About what, novelist, you hlopochesh?
Give me an idea what you want:
It from the end I zavostryu,
Fly rhyme opera,
Vzlozhu on the bowstring taut,
Obedient onions Sogn in an arc,
And there send naudaluyu,
And woe to our enemies!
About what, novelist, you hlopochesh?
Give me an idea what you want:
It from the end I zavostryu,
Fly rhyme opera,
Vzlozhu on the bowstring taut,
Obedient onions Sogn in an arc,
And there send naudaluyu,
And woe to our enemies!
