Zakhar Prilepin. Abode (№ 185742)
Words.... They rustled like falling leaves. With the rush of drafts of the speech flew under the arches and softly circled again. Every word can be caught on the palm. If the word fell into the beam of light was visible the subtle, blue-veined flesh.
№ 185742 Added
MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 11:23
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