among these wars my dad also died, buried in zelenaya gora pulse. my birthday on october 23, 44. he died. i also dedicated a sculpture to him, which stands near the hapka, here we have a playing violin. this is a violin. i remember hanging. we have on fuck, now displayed to me. i am drawn to judge this living room, where i spent my childhood. i can't miss a single day to visit this place today. it's gone here. my childhood is the hut of my grandfather, my grandmother, the place where my hut stood, you remember. i was drawn with fears, uh, and hajjali, honey, they were called stickies. this is the second deposited honey pedigree here is this revenge buried in these cemeteries. here are the revolves on almost every house were. they flew anyway, and it increases by a triple, where a person lived his life. that's how i, too, return to myself every day almost at the place where i was born, my childhood did not pass. freedom hallelujah have mercy on the pogo. doo and evil