At school, my father, who was taken to this camp, was the best camp for us, Svetlana Utepova or how (I would say Kostanay) was taken to us, who was going to grow up and come here, I would think that I would come here
Now I remember a poem I told in the camp,
This summer we come to rest a lot, we made friends here with us and you
Dance floor festival with stage beattoy
Flame camp is very dear to us
How was dalshe? Who knows, please write