yurin bro, you are donchaks, and live in the kuban , you were filming the program last time. i tell you, army. you bastards were arguing. well, nothing they said, the next shoot, please. the rain subsides at night in silence. i often dad and mom are dreaming at a table next to each other , their faces are dreaming, dear wind, i, where they sing the watch and myself in one old, fighter and beautiful. you are my little mine. i see, i open the light in my own. mommy mommy, dear, i look, i hug and kiss her eyes. the goal to return the year is almost impossible to be honest again , without cursing about the sweet lands of gold and some joy will ripen. and sings sisters from the small omsk region family, this is not a cell of society, and as i know, the family is the small church. family is a priceless gift he agrees to cherish it, because the family begins with children. oh, that's right, people who need you family, this is the kingdom of the father of the child's family. this is important family - it is difficult, but it is impossible to live happily alone. fog month i'm running