and embarrassed. About Belarus.
Spring... 2012...I began to eat pigeons.They are delicious and beneficial.The tree bark is suitable as a spice and tea cooking.I have long walked, learned a lot of new and interesting about my city and its architecture.On my birthday I slaughtered the palace.On the balcony it is boiled up with foods salty spiders.I seam my clothes.I learned how to wash my legs.I wash once a month, we light a fire in the yard and heat the water.A couple of times I managed to catch a fish.I cook a bowl and I become a ferment.The tea fungus is also good.We think with my wife to take a loan for two and buy a bicycle.The air in the city becomes cleaner, the rare cars surprise the devor.The city is empty.You I really want potatoes...The president says he eats potatoes every day, but my wife and I don’t believe, it sounds fairy-tale:potatoes every day.We look forward to the summer...Tarakans are not at home.The last one was eaten in September 2011.The mosquitoes are afraid to fly to us, our veins suck them through their own hobbot!The flying birds fly over my city only at the height of 12,000 meters,they are afraid below...the people are jumping!The frogs in the spring only crave sitting deep under the water!The rats have left the city forever!Today, the first time I opened the rope,they are like spaghetti (which even the elderly don’t remember)