Do you remember the last ice? Well, when after the December rain the frost hit. I saw an interesting picture then, now I will share.
We have in the area, to new houses, the descent is quite steep, fifty meters from the mountain jump, and here is such ice. Children are happy, but adults are troubled. I am standing on this hill, thinking how to spy down without casus, until the castles brought the sand. Here is company.
and three. Under the hammer. Two is nothing, and the third is nothing at all, what is in the forehead, what is on the forehead. The link between the two. I went down and got up too. They do not know how to go, the third and falls in the same place. As long as there was something between them, the grandmother is God’s godfather. What, my friends, is the problem? The heads left. He says, I will help you now. Give me your sweaters. And so they stumbled on their necks. Pick up, says your friend, and be stronger! Those two, and for whom? Grandma did not go into detail. She said, tie, so tie and don’t overwrite the elderly. Well, the men bonded his friend’s hands, his legs too, although he stood up. Grandma commands – go to bed! and start it.
The man bound to the bottom flew through the torpedo, at the very end on the turn in the border with his legs kicked. The grandmother looked, pretty squeezed, and you, she says, shake, and somehow go down yourself. Well, we are all misunderstood, I also joined those two, said, hung up? Oh, says Grandma, young and green. I was a girl in the war, a guerrilla. Once they left the German in the Carpathians, some of them were on horses, the ice was worse than it is now, and the slopes there were more. A horse from such a slope to let, think that to death, the legs will definitely break or the butt will crush. They do not go by themselves. Here we tied their legs, so that when they slipped down, they would not try to get up. No horse was lost.