Our story is quite serious: she was born on a collective farm, blossomed like a rose
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Manechka.
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No matter how you look, she is very beautiful: scarlet lips, blue eyes, braids of Rusa, well, in short,
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Manechka.
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Manya was often awarded, the guys all suffered for her, the old people shouted after her: "Manechka!"
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Everyone sees a special talent, let him go to study, become an agronomist so that Manechka.
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Well, let's send, the collective farm is not poor, in the chairman's Victory, to the institute in the capital
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Manechka is going.
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They send gifts to her from home, tenderly write: “We are waiting with a diploma. |
Come back agronomist
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Manechka.
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They write, they write - there is no answer, they go, they are looking for Manya somewhere, they found it. |
Is that you,
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Manechka?
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There are no eyebrows, the braids have disappeared, they are knocked down into figs, the color of millet, the mouth is yellower than an apricot.
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Manechka!
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She says to them in earnest: “Forgive me, I don’t know you, I’m completely different now
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Manechka.
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I want to live in the circle of my family, the periphery is alien to me, I won’t go - there are others. |
Manechka!
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I don’t need a diploma at all, I live on my husband’s money, you know
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where does he serve? |
Manechka!
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The fellow countrymen were embarrassed for a moment, they say: “Tell me, what happened to you,
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Manechka?
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Al forgot whose origin you are, severed ties with the people! |
Well, that's all, live a freak,
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Manechka!
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The whole story, but there is no moral, have you seen such a thing?
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And she, perhaps, is in the hall, Manya, Manya, Manechka! |