Sergei Lukyanenko. Night Watch (№ 194208)
I raised my head to the gloomy sky, opened his mouth to catch the cold snowflakes. Cool would. To cool for good. But not like in the gloom. To become ice, but not mist; snow, but not slush; to harden, but do not spread...
№ 194208 Added
MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 17:05
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