lie, that you, yeah, dear vera petrovna, please, so to speak, in our mansions, you, i’ll go away myselfhe furniture, he’s a pest, my house, i do what i want, and there’s no point in giving orders here, and you still show me, show me, you’ve scattered his dress socks all over the house, the dishes are dirty, the aroma is a walking one, and not a man, grandma, what are you doing, let's go from here away from this old stump, look at yourself, it's frosty, it's okay, katya, let's go, i say, "excuse me, please, well, this is necessary, but in a month such a house will be spoiled, well, you should have seen what kind of cups he poured tea for us, you know that this is also not a gift, it would have been washed, the crown would not have fallen, that’s all, but what is he like so that i give him cups soap, if you like him, leave your maxim? “the idea is to wash the plots, and most importantly, cut them out like a fool and put them in like a prodigal cat, hello, yes, hello, hello, how did it all go for you, i’ll tell you at home, and for you, i’ll tell you the same thing at home, i don’t know wh

, because there will be no good path in life, there will be no good path in my life good luck, vera petrovnaone life, from that very wedding, andrey, there are still bottles left, yes, we want to convey to you from the technical tagil of sney rudyanka, this is for the sparkle of the eyes, this is for good vision, this for the love of women, and this is in order to meet again, and for the love of women, tell me, what do we have? you will like this sea buckthorn so come to for us it’s a raspberry and a raspberry, that’s right , valerochka, what the parents may have asked for or what we’ll sing, you know, we are also rafting tourists and there is such a good song. where are the centuries, where are the fields, where are the fields, my fields, where are the forests, my forests, you carried, you carried me, rega, seasoned skies. where does she live, where does my beauty live, her eyes are blue, like a dark hatch, like a quick little face, how bright. the evil moon in the sky is waiting for me, but we are also waiting for you, dear viewers, after the advertisement, it will be short, stay with us,

vera petrovna was locked in her place with ranevskaya , why are they rehearsing, well, they confirmedextent of responsibility better than anyone, this is comrade stalin, who in 1937 shot two of my brothers and imprisoned my sister, he will come to see me on friday, don’t sleep yet, grandma, where can i sleep, i ’m waiting for you, i’ll fix the cake for you now, but where is it? his window, guys, who was in the kremlin? i was on an excursion to the armory, it seems to me that its window is over there, on the second floor, where the light is on, and maybe if the light is on? it means his window, we think so because we don’t imagine him sleeping. it seems to me that it is he who turns on the dawn over moscow with his own hand. what would the guys say to comrade stalin today if he came out to us on red square, came out and asked how you are doing, comrades? i would say, dear comrade! this look is similar to the look of a nurse in in a madhouse, as i can, i am proud, yuri alexandrovich, stop arguing, comrades, tomorrow has come, stalin has lit, the dawn is over moscow, stalin, stalin, stal

today galina petrovna was discharged from the hospital, vera and i met her, then we sat with galya, chattedy again. igor, i bought my new passion bike again, i look at you, i’m surprised, you’re an adult, you’re about to retire, and you still believe in fairy tales, what are you talking about, but everyone can see how you’re going crazy, it’s none of your business, understand, we we’re worried, you’re... being treated like the last sucker, and you’re glad, i know better, soon things will go uphill for me, you’ll still be jealous, come to your senses, you swindler, marina, there’s a whole lot of such tales on the internet, look, here's another one, don't meddle in my affairs, i'll sort it out myself, sorry man. i seemed to be normal, but now they go to fortune-tellers, then to psychics, uh-huh, my head is completely a mess, i need to do something urgently, yeah, it’s sunday, i’m here, malakhov is nearby, such an amazing story, sometimes it just brings tears to my eyes, sometimes you you laugh until you cry, mine is in search, we announce. songs from the bottom of my heart, andrei malakhov's