The first Sinclair of your childhood

Hello _All_! *Anton* writes to you! And I can’t escape this anywhere, anywhere. It’s night outside the window, there’s no one in the yard. Only in the morning will dawn dawn. The island of childhood, your childhood... M. Boyarsky /*─═>/* Yuri Savin begins here.txt /*<═─/* Again in the morning you are sad for some reason, Running spares no one time. You forget your first computer Don't look for it in stores... CHORUS: And you can’t hide anywhere, anywhere from progress. Night, Internet, no one on ICQ. Only the gif attached will be in the inbox - The first Sinclair of your childhood. Here I am stubbornly sitting on the EU, Tetris from a floppy disk, and Norton from a screw, You don’t understand in today’s brilliance The blue panels are its beauty... CHORUS Playing around the grid in some shooter, Moving windows and jerking the mouse, Your very first, favorite computer You will forever keep in your memory... CHORUS /*─═>/* And here, apparently, Yuri Savin does not begin.txt /*<═─/* Well, what else can I say?... Bye, _*All*_!