NTV Syomin July 3, 2024
Cool mustache, i gave her everything, a portrait of a little king, and a string of green buds. Quietly, quietly, huddled close to each other, we sit and gnaw on salted almonds, the wind plays the november fugu for us, a russian shawl warms us, and the lezenkot, sneaking behind it, goes around and sniffs the floor, suddenly arching its neck mockingly, and sits down on the table in front of us. The fireplace cactus gives us thorns, and the teapot grumbles like a bumblebee, lisa has wonderful, warm hands, there is a gazelle in each eye, for us there is no longer the 20th century, and we dont feel...