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Evgeny Petrov came to us
He told us about himself
Like half his life there were eight pants on it
And icicle on the lower lip

He led about the polar shine story
And in the hands of a cigarette crumpled
And this radiance enveloped us
Petrov himself because he shone

A helicopter flew away, a blizzard flew
Radio communications did not work
So many places where Petrova stepped a leg
And the other leg never

He told us about great love
About Proskova Petrovna her
How did she send carrots from Moscow
On which I wrote: "I love"

He sits in the kitchen with a big beard
And the windows are summer night
Then the golden mosquito will fly under the moon
Then the neighbor's daughter will cry

I dreamed about something, I wanted something ...
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Evgeny Petrov came to us
He told us about himself
Like half his life there were eight pants on it
And icicle on the lower lip