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Outside fall. Trees naked stand.
Outside damp. And all about winter speak.
Now November - a difficult month bremenny.
December will come. And it will overshadow all dirt!

There will come the fairy tale. Coca-cola will be remembered by all,
About Ded Moroz, and about snowflakes in a fist.
There will come the holiday. And the house is full of children...
What miracle that happiness long is in it!

You awake me, darling, in the morning, now,
I will open eyes - I will triumph in this hour.
Around light-so: I was stupefied a nachutok...
To you thanks, you pleased, sugar:)

Thanks to God for this fairy tale, for a snowball.
Thanks to mother for the pie left for breakfast)
I thank the nature, to us, certainly, is, than to be proud!
Russia - the noble country, not Ibiza.