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Verse 1
On the banks of the crystal rivers,
Where the grass flourishes
Its joyful, happy age
Nice people live.
He happily chirps the anthem
To yourself and happiness unearthly,
That the world is so beautiful
When it is given only to the gnome.
After all, the gnomes know everything
And knowing the beauty ...
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On the banks of the crystal rivers,
Where the grass flourishes
Its joyful, happy age
Nice people live.
He happily chirps the anthem
To yourself and happiness unearthly,
That the world is so beautiful
When it is given only to the gnome.
After all, the gnomes know everything
And knowing the beauty ...
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"Their doors were near ... They were neighbors ...
Even - by registration - not He and She, but He and Her mother.
And She - even though they had their own apartment in two steps - it was convenient to grow up with my mother and son, and to meet my husband at all.
For everything about everything my mother was about sixty, She was thirty-five ...
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Even - by registration - not He and She, but He and Her mother.
And She - even though they had their own apartment in two steps - it was convenient to grow up with my mother and son, and to meet my husband at all.
For everything about everything my mother was about sixty, She was thirty-five ...
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In the morning my wife went to work, and I decided to give myself a day off. Sitting down in the kitchen, I drank fragrant coffee and read a book, my thrill interrupted a phone call. I called the mother-in-law, and told me to come to her work, to help deal with the computer. Half an hour later I was with her on ...
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It was a long time ago. I was 14-15 years old. I do not remember exactly. In the postwar years there was no equipment in the village. Hay-making on the collective farm was made almost by hand. and hay harvesting attracted both old and small — it was necessary to quickly, in a short time, remove it, put it into stacks.
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