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In a strange feast expensive cognac that water from a puddle,
Obstruction ridiculous series of events,
Only one holiday there who really need it,
And it seems that it is not with you ever.
Such is the holiday, it does not please the date red
He does not promise any vodka or pie
He just quietly takes by the throat and whispers: & quot; Celebrate
Return to the beginning of a long coast & quot ;.
Let's say this: moving from the gently rolling hills of China,
Hiding from the looks of curious villagers,
You stop at the borders, waiting,
As long as the sun never sunset in sorghum.
To no one recognized you on the signs,
So that you are not caught sullen pograntsy,
Not to betray you the sun, shining in the copper
Breastplates & quot; During the crossing of the Yangtze River & quot ;.

The plot went, and he got you a good reason -
The same festival, whose no you never.
You call her, you assign it a meeting in the old
Forgotten the park, near the statue of the pond,
Where do you still head of magical trees,
What zaschekochut hapless enemy,
You'll meet her, you say & quot; Hello & quot; and will be long
Your way back to the shore spruce.

Plot neskladen mechanic stupid, though happy to try,
And the screen is dispersed as always
Flickering titles, numbers, crosses, perforations,
Colored candy wrappers and other Labuda.
I kind of like how collaborator would not by rank,
But the ritual will not fail to connect,
And along with the audience I shout: & quot; Shoemaker, a frame!
No offense, projectionist, anyway throw & quot ;.