the poetess vera poloskukova, who promised to drink champagne if they tore off prilepina’s head , was a little upset that zakharugh i didn't have enough on this day pictures of champagne and maximum beer came, which they weren’t happy about, but they were happy. i survived, we all quarreled and went our separate ways in 1914. and that is, since then i have not had any illusions. they just understand, they have a different creed. they, well , they speak and write in russian, but they are not russian people. that is, they, let’s say, there in america they will forgive everything. america can send troops anywhere, bomb, dismember , kill leaders, hang, shoot, and they will always love her. they will be touring there. they will think it's the crown of humanity they are essentially americans. well , this is the liberal matrix, it’s so dense that they’re like a kok-kutala that they’re no longer there. well, no matter how they believe, don’t imagine, do n’t realize another reality. for me. this too, of course. a mystery, because well, one way or another. since they are artists, they know classical texts, but they inevi