is such a ticking, i'm not guarding my legs, but mal-sounding, and left-handed, just the same, volga voitovichrotected my dear. it 's christmas, that is, of course, it's vermic, because i don't climb grass over pies twice a year. our lakes are very different, such a lake river, i gather in a special way, they dry it, and such a braided weaving is tremovaya. let getting from ishim laz image material. this time it's the troja festival changed its format and sent it. at our sulfur districts at the festival they presented their expositions, and not street through tomorrow will be sacredly stretched on the ukusovsky canal, then heteroon i’m not here omont, ya gastrofest, where we will present straws, insured bulba ya kizushi recently tore off the status of the west-world-cultural kashtoness and our homeland is represented by eight districts. so near the gentlemen they will bring their pancake pancakes there. uh, on here, uh, behind volkovysk, bonds will be presented , so they are called on the right, uh, the minabit of the erased traded bulba. so we ask the alarm clock to go to you. the city of iva