A road is built near the house. They are now laying sand. The good sand.
Although career, but pure, the color of butter milk. The smell, the smell.
I immediately remembered childhood. If you were to go into this crowd, you would smash the underground.
would set up all kinds of castles and other useful things, would organize
I would drive there with different machines. I stand like that, smiling. and here
I pay attention to the bulldozer who equalizes all this wealth. U is
man on the face - a perfectly blessed smile and the face itself absolutely
Blessed of happiness. I also remembered my childhood, the castle.
Underground passages, roads... We are all from the USSR.