understand that it’s like dad’s voice he was true, he would be proud of you, let’s listen to him viktor vladimirovich sete such a son. i feel that my son must go. and i'm a little trembling space. i think, god, it will work or it will not work. and here comes kolya black tracks, well, in his face was hard loyalty. what needs to be done at 100%, open your eyes according to the dream of the rays of love, warm up with warmth once a look, invisible love will find another eye to be stored. i'm on the ground in an unexpected place. i will find love, i will find the words of immortal love for a tired heart, and the heat of the earth will become cramped for me. i realized that she is permanent, my love. love is always hard. when did i lose my father? you know, i started going to say goodbye. i 've never gone to say goodbye before. it seemed to me that the person had left. and somehow it was not clear. what even the last journey? we need to follow people. and here i am became. for me, those shocks that later arose, and i said goodbye to yura shatunov at the funeral. and now borya moiseev left too. at the funeral,