Aaaa...Dim horosh,ya scha nadorvus ot smeha. Predstav kartinu: U menya na glazah slezi umileniya, vospominaniya o berezkah. Ya sizhu ugryumo slushayu pesnyu Villi Tokareva “Neboskrebi,neboskrebi..“ ,slezi perhodyat v ridaniya. Ya stuchu kulakom po stolu i voyu “O zachem,zachem zhe ya pokinul tebya matushka Rossiya“!

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Let me rock in peace !!!