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  Where are these Hermitages ?..

  And where is friend Misha?

  And who is now

  Talk about Tsoi

  And his thaw?

  Balls of gossip grandmothers

  With string bags

  The immortal "Maybe" is ours,

  Kostya's shirt is non-replaceable,

  From Turkey

  ponytail tangled with jokes,

  The first puffs

  Vans, fences...

  Feeling the anticipation of a miracle

  His accomplishment is cold -

  from somewhere

  From the pile of the unknown -

  From childhood,

  Let me take a look!..

  Skies are inky

  The dust of the stars is calling

  Take flight

  Mystery of dreams

  Of utter inevitability

  Mixed feelings of the past ...

  And time is unlikely to change

  Those spots of aspirations -

  Embrace the immensity

  a prisoner

  So do not become outside of it -

  Treacherously grown-ups

  Selfish...

  And there is, therefore, a meaning -

  Looking for meaning...

  Tell

  your dreams,

  Share your dreams with me...

  Be yourself

  And open

  In childhood, the door - to memories ...

  Tell

  your dreams,

  Share your dreams with me...

  Be yourself

  And open

  In childhood, the door - to memories

  The boy sang with pleasure, despite the fact that at the same time he had to push a heavy wheel, like a pack donkey. And it was his serious and very productive work.

  The viscountess girl stamped her bare, small foot for the umpteenth time and chirped:

  - Fabulous! You eat great! Is the Hermitage beautiful in London?

  Gulliver replied with a smile, puffing out his pink, magnificent, childish cheeks:

  - In London, the Hermitage is the best and richest in the world!

  The girl giggled and hit the boy again with great pleasure with a whip. He had a red stripe on his naked body.

  The Viscountess asked with a smile:

  - Do you like it?

  The boy nodded and whimpered.

  "Maybe you would sing better than beat a child?!

  The girl nodded, and again her naked, ta

  - It's great and I'll sing!

  Gulliver tweeted:

  - Sing a flower, do not be ashamed!

  The viscountess, jumping up and down, began to dance, singing;

  I drove into childhood

  Don't follow me.

  I see everyone here is having fun, war.

  just for her

  Just for you

  war.



  No place for children here

  For adults - fight.

  Stay with her

  Don't follow me.

  just for her

  Just for you

  war.

  And it's good there

  There I sit on the potty.

  And it's good there

  There I sit on the potty.

  There is no need for money:

  Circus and lollipops

  There is a milky shore

  Horses by the tie

  just for me

  just for the horse

  Lead.

  Pastila, swing,

  white bows,

  sweet cookie,

  Mom's dreams.

  just for her

  Just for me

  They're coming.

  And I feel good

  There I sit on the potty.

  And I feel good

  There I sit on the potty.

  Lord, why am I here.

  Again

  Run, conquer

  tear with teeth -

  just for me

  Just for you

  Now.

  God, think

  What to write for us

  sincere lines,

  Just tear your soul

  hard for you

  Hard for me,

  Believe me.

  Okay, okay

  The children sit on the potty.

  Okay, okay

  The children sit on the potty.

  Here is such a wonderful song sung by a girl. And it's just really cool, and cool! In the coffin to see at the same time bald Fuhrer!

  The girl giggled and winked at her counterpart.

  Gulliver agreed with her:

  - You are lovely and just super!

  Well, what else is there to say and what to talk about? At least you sing, at least crow.

  Well, well, everything was very hasty and pleasant.

  Meanwhile, the orcs, without an extra pause, began to shake the girl on the rack. Which looked very cool, and in its own way extremely fu

  How can you not sing here?

  And Gulliver will sing again;

  I am a boy born in a holy land

  Who is called the boundless Elfia...

  And there is no better place, know on the whole earth,

  And no matter how you ask God in a fierce faith!

  But he was born an ardent atheist, know

  In a cynical, in this twenty-first century...

  I wanted to build a wonderful paradise with my own hand,

  Where would the gods become the people themselves !

  But now I got into the twentieth stormy century,

  And I had to fight the boy there ...