Yesterday was beautiful.

WOW, give it up!

I climb on the escalator to Petrogradskaya, there is a lady (D) years so in the area of forty

xxx: such a fairly nephorical look - jeans-kedy, badminton, bandana, holds a city backpack in his hands. It can be seen directly that she is very tired, falls asleep on the go, and the backpack is heavy.

xxxh: And in the east it is practically carried away by some elderly unbarred hop (g) with swings in his hands, with the words "Yes@ your mother, go faster!"
He said, “Don’t touch my mother!”
(d) "Polzet here еле-ele, bl@t like this!"
(D), after a couple of seconds, looks after him, and then suddenly with such a commanding "mamkin" voice: "The width is stuck!.."

Yippidy : )

The man on the reflex brakes sharply, but! He wears a free jacket, his hands are busy. And while he performs the acrobatic ethud "Where is my whisper?", (D) he is ahead of him, throwing his backpack on his shoulder, with a smile: "...or the intestines will be cold!";
The Curtain

I am dead. :D I am dead.

XHHH: I think the thick trolling of the 90th Level) will take on arms