Наши с Вятки

A priest from Vyatskaya stupid wilderness father Leonid sings and writes poetry. Walks barefoot in winter and summer. In winter, only slippers wear - probably not to embarrass people. In the past, a well-known metropolitan poet, he returned to his native places - where Vyatlag once was and where to this day the zone is the only city-forming enterprise.

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