Текст песни анна сеничева - синенькая юбочка, ленточка в косе

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A little blue skirt, a ribbon in a braid, drives our Lyubochka pasik number seven along the route Sormovo-Strelka-Stadium, is baptized with zeal for church ringing.

There is a wrench on the panel, an iconostasis, and Mikhail Stas, who sings on the radio, they say, Lyubov Stepanovna, “we are sailing to the shores of a dream like a cloud, only you and I”.

Smokes prima classics, mothers colleagues, calls and complaints Lyuba is not involved. Everyone is afraid to say a word across to her: they know in management who Lyuba’s son-in-law.

The husband has long died in heaven, the son for six months in the army, in tank troops. Of the weekly flights of all to her, the truck driver Shchelokov wears a dry solder. He says that he will repay the loan by the fall, that the gauge to Turkey costs for days, that the bad fuel and the starter are naughty. Loves cabbage soup home Lubin boyfriend.

In the evening, Malakhova Lyubochka looks, for the scandals in the studio the whole soul hurts. It’s like we’ll amend the Constitution, Tereshkova urges the deadlines to be nullified.
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I got my alarm clock, but not until bedtime ...
A leap year is coming
early spring.

A series of poems "Accepted in the post office."

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