I go with a young man to the park. The weather is good, the birds sing, the sunshine, the mood elevated. I am pleased to put my bag on a long strap. Near there is an equally positive dirty canave, sufficiently deep, wrapped up with a nice rush. I hold the bag tightly, but for the case, I clarify:
“Sun, and if I break my bag in the cane right now, will you get it?
If you fall, you will fall by yourself. I’ll be watching and roasting from here.
After a short pause, with a breath:
Whom I am deceiving...

Black Alkas are outraged by the fact that heat is only white.

Half life is nothing, half life is nothing.

This is all:

...collective, on the control panel, small, large... in general, I take a step in their direction, but... in a moment I remember that I am 23 years old and sadly continue to melt to products...

I am 28 years old, I have two beautiful daughters 2.5 and 1.5 years old, but fucking! Every time my wife (25 years old) find ourselves in a toy store, we buy ourselves small cute machines, while for a long time forging in them and choosing more beautiful, we see nothing in this shameful, if you like and want, why not that? What are the strange stereotypes about "adulthood"?

"Strange" tracks of traitors?
My dad told me from childhood that they were designing pedestrian paths in the winter, along popular paths. I forgot to ask, in which country?

In the rainy weather, the driver of BelAZ, who broke the doors, hired two gastarbayters with metals.

The mind does not understand Russia.
But the pirates do not like it!