Sonechka's guest Artist Litvin-Sinyavska Tetyana. - presentation

She kicked the forty, podletila to them and began to stutter: - Kurchata, where are you going, where are you? Respond to the curly: - So the axis, sonechko shook. Three days didn't go to heaven. Ydemo yogo shukati. - I will go with you, and I will go with you. - And you know, de sonechko are you alive? - I don’t know, but maybe I know, I’m alive.

The stench crossed the stream, they knew the stench. - Zhachok, zhachok, - the animals shouted in chorus, - you don’t know, are you living? Three days didn't go to heaven. Chi is not sick? - Yak is not noble! I know - іdpovіda їzhak. - There is a great mountain behind the oak tree. On the mountains - a great gloom. Above the gloom is a misery of the month. And there it’s not far from Sonya. Taking a club and walking the road to show.

Grab the month right up to the Solntsev booth. And it’s dark in the hut, the light is dumb: it’s obvious that I don’t want to sleep. Then the magpie screamed, the kurchata squeaked, catching them with a stick: - Sonechko, sonechko, get up, dedicate! - Who's it for me to shout at the end, won't you let me sleep? I cannot viglyanuti to the sky. Three days I was cheering me. I can't shine now ...