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The Chukchi gathered for the hunt. He put on his skis, took a rose and went into the tundra. And in the tundra a blizzard,
dark, cold Tired Chukchi, WHAT A HUNTING! Bredet stumbles, VdRuG: SvEt,(//tractor-service.com)
GroHot, U-U-U-U, the train takes off at full speed. UDARRR. Chukchi rises with difficulty
and he drags himself home alive. That's it. Came He sat down in an armchair all beat up, tired,
rests And here's the kettle in the kitchen U-U-U-U. Chukcha flies into the kitchen and shovels
teapot - THEY SHOULD BE KILLED AS SMALL.
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