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Daughters Shall I buy a new dress and earrings can buy, just a quiet girl's happiness – I wish you would not be able to give. You grieve – it's in vain, lonely and stars in the night, Do not look at the sunset and do not stand idly by the door, do not be silent. Hear other arguments on the topic with Anchin Block & Anchin. Sledding is not beyond the threshold, only the fate of weaving your thread. Can rely only on God for what I want to ask. That blizzard otgulyaetsya in the will, and as Swallow first arrival, from the snow will break the will in her wedding veil stalk. Gloomy man Share your secret, not tais and tell me – how can you hear fervent summer autumn steps, how can you not see How to draw sunset, how can you all answer in chorus when they say? Why do you see spots, and no tears in his eyes, Why intoxicate mint only in foreign courts? If joy beside the house – You look sad, why in the doorway You look you always back? Tell us what you afraid And why do you live like a mole? If you always ershitsya my fluffy white cat.

Tchaikovsky

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Wall painting laconically simple. Leakey wise, the Saints are concerned, and not in gold royal gates. There is something in the simplicity of this sad. Something in my heart aches not casual. And the prayer of the native Russian, magnify the beauty here. Here, without the regent to vote slender, sings in the choir choir Otpevaya neighbor of the deceased, the road to the cemetery Prev boron. Within the walls of the music comes Tchaikovsky is heard ringing over the lake. From a landscape of native and catchy, tends to rush to the church in a bow.