in a pair. Create a design of a hobby-cube building. I make a comfortable runway for moving around the building. There is a shaped house. Everything is done comfortably, beautifully and without any beams, such as triangular or spherical rooms (I am terribly angry, especially after I lost myself in a shopping center with such a structure).
What stupidity do you have, no fantasy or flight.
I: The club is small, because what to think of there, but the development is convenient.
It is, but you are an architect of thought creatively.
I: MMM, and how is that?
Prepods: Well, the girl from the guitar made the house, look, he reminds of the guitar.
I: Well yes, it’s great (and I think it hangs like a guitar)
I don’t know where to find that creativity. I go out of the opposite, climb the triangular rooms and confuse everything so that they are lost) I crushed the paper, and here is the shape of the new building. Brad, of course, but at least I’m afraid that I did something.
in the trail. The day.
Prep: It is perfect!
I : what?
We thought you were hopeless, no, you opened up! The shape of the building is original, I don't even understand what reminds, and what layout is so fun here will wander. Come and see everything, do it too, and very good work.
I am shocked by myself. What fucking happiness? Doing worse has achieved excellent results)