The night. Sitting behind the compass. I went to smoke on the balcony. Through the sidewalk, three clearly sober comrades of a punk-looking appearance are dragging across the road. and a song. But what and how!
Apples and pears flourished.
The fog floated over the river. Hey to!! to
I went to the shore of Katyusha.
On a high shore. Hey to!! to

The cigarette flew down from his mouth.