We were wanderers once,
we looked for wind on Sifok,
because there is wind that if you look for it,
we found out that Jutka doesn't have any wind there.
We sold a house, a dozen,
br/>and when ten children have a party,
he breaks the cake, glasses and windows,
and throws everything away, only Jutka is left there.
And because Jutka is left there,
Tenteen boys drew lots,
who would be first and who would be last,
who would be first, who would be last.
I was eighth out of a dozen,
who is now a dozen,
br/>no matter what they do, there is the other one,
no matter what, there is the other one.
I just don't understand one thing,
just one thing I don't understand,< br/>I saw his face, he didn't cry or laugh,
I saw enough of that face.
That made me a Moskvich,
good car, I don't have much problem with it,
mlt heten to work at the red light,
yes, before heten to work at the red light
look to the right, a bus stops,
next to it, something on his neck,
how would he recognize one from twelve,
just the eighth from twelve.
In the evening, my wife asked,
are you crazy, why are you punishing the child,
to which I said something, that it is not allowed in this apartment I can't live,
that you can't even live in this apartment anymore.
I'm the eighth out of a dozen,
and whoever is already a dozen,
no matter what they do, there are others among them,
nevertheless, there is the rest.

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