Saratov

his photure in the land of lions’ odor.^ — Friends! First if yu don’t mind. Name yur historical grouns. — This aim to you! Firebugs, good blazes! Lubbers, kepp your poudies drier! Seamen, we segn your skivs and wives! 540 Seven ills so barely as centripunts havd I habt, seaventy seavens