Греет

I'm at the window, where the heating is. There are about twenty of them fighters outside the window.

A squad of cops, a cordon, a driven UAZ. They ask you to drop your weapon and come out with your hands up.

And I sit and call my mother. I sit and call with my back to the battery.

Mom, take it quickly. I’ll say: “No, I’m not sick.” I’ll say: “Yes, everything is fine.”

I’ll say: “No, you’re not getting old.” He will say that he is on sick leave. I’ll say, “Mom, I was a complete moron.

I just now understood everything you told me.

And while you were cleaning, washing, washing, I did not appreciate this power of Persil. You asked me to spend hours studying.

You said: “Look, Galka has a son.” But the home phone doesn’t answer, nor does the cell phone.

I'm calling my work office, maybe there. . . And they ask me to stay on the line.

They say my call is very important for them. And my hands are blue from tattoos and cold.

And outside the window the squad became too quiet.

Soon the charger will run out, and the owner of the charger may also hear the call. Maybe I’ll get through to you after all.

And this hope warms me so much, although it’s more like a battery. -The rain is pouring down like buckets.

Cold winds are blowing.

But there is something stronger and it warms us. I would like to make it warmer, but I can’t do it myself.

And you pray for me, dear, while I am falling down, falling to the bottom.

I don't see many of these anymore. Everyone is already on different sides of the movement.

Previously from Milan to the tower in Paris. Now they have lavashki and sizhek on their phone.

I'm living my quiet life again. Sometimes I go where we stirred up something together. The courtyards breathe a different air now.

Hello, I'm there, everything is fine. Transfer me to QIWI, find the connection under the blue Mitsubishi.

If we can change something, the exchanger will accept it.

It's better to die than to kneel. I am also a prisoner. Deliver me from my wild head.

I'm flying to the islands, but I'm dragging myself with me. Alas, perhaps the commandments were right.

The thought hit my brains more powerfully, my brains more powerfully.

And I, swaying from her cruelty, left the house, seeing how the steel blades of the mill and society reflected the light in my face.

But I’ll leave this verse without details. And in the end the story turned out to be sad.

Okay, I'm hanging up. Hugged him until he crunched.

It's time for me to pass off the memory of the empty as modern art. Then listen. -The rain is pouring down like buckets.

Cold winds are blowing.

But there is something stronger and it warms us. I would like to make it warmer, but I can’t do it myself.

And you pray for me, dear, while I am falling down, falling to the bottom.

Wake up from children's laughter. Wake up all in trouble. What then?

With a sluggish gait, like a hippopotamus, towards the kitchen. There are flakes floating in the milk there. Bobby, yes.

Small toys were scattered all over the hot footprints. I should scold him. I didn't.

Take out the old album, leaf through it, as if turning on the headlights and going to the old places.

The blanket warms and touches under the blanket. Guess the plot as if I was filming, although no, not me.

Warm calls from friends, those who are far away, to warm themselves. I called recently too.

There are cigarettes, and don’t set foot in the yard in the cold.

Warms coffee while your neighbor is freezing, and warms up the engine. Warms a chocolate cake for a birthday.

But the candles, which remind us of their age, do not provide warmth.

And I should run as fast as I can home, as fast as I can, home to that very one. Say: “I love you”, so that you warm him in return. Well, after that I warmed up lunch.

The rain is pouring like buckets. Cold winds are blowing.

But there is something stronger and it warms us. I would like to make it warmer, but I can’t do it myself.

And you pray for me, dear, while I am falling down, falling to the bottom.

The rain is pouring like buckets. Cold winds are blowing.

But there is something stronger and it warms us. I would like to make it warmer, but I can’t do it myself.

And you pray for me, dear, while I am falling down, falling to the bottom.

And you pray for me, dear.