xxx: you 6th mother a little over 30, father in power, he bought a month ago Zhygul-shoku, neighbors envy.

You roll on the veranda, you read “20,000 lieues under the water.” Then your root goes to the female with a scream: "Go quickly, I pulled a moth of capronny from my grandfather's garage!" You run on the swamp, cut fresh ribbons and make peeled bowls. Instead of arrows, the stems of the shrimp go, instead of the tips - small nails, which you pulled out of the shredder.

You and Zhenka run to the lawn in the woods, set up improvised targets and shoot from newly crafted bows, feeling like "robindups". In the afternoon, you run around the houses. The grandmother baked potatoes, smoothed with fresh milk, bought in the market. You catch a plate made of a cover from some straw canister, go out on the doorstep, sit on the sloppy stairs (grandfather didn’t have time to finish, he was lost by cancer). You look into the blue sky, eat the burning purple with a chicken foot.

Fuck how well.

Power and people always step together, just in different directions.

I live in Budapest and went to a Russian grocery store. Dialogue with the seller.
Are you Russian or Ukrainian?
I am a Jew.
P. Then you will like this cheese (showing Adigean cheese)
Why do you think I’ll like him?
A 30% discount on it.

The State Duma is considering a law that in the event of Putin's death, the entire state apparatus of officials, as well as the deputies of the State Duma from "United Russia" will be provided with a benefit for the loss of a feeder.