The market. The tents. From the musical comes the old song of today: "Cherry, cherry, winter cherry...". A man stands and sings. Here comes his friend/comrade/known (not important) and says "Well, let’s go?".
He said to him: "It will be time".
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That man waits when the second couplet begins and is already louder, and most importantly, with such a poisonous bass he sings: "When I turn into the old pledge, I chop venegret!" ", turns and says: "And now go! ".