Mary Faris. Aventurine (№ 279117)

If the lake will remain the same as now, my fiance will easily cut through him with his boat. It will put the dowry: corn on the cob, a beads from garlic and peppers, two quiet hens and a pig with bound feet. Mom's goodbye kiss me to the stomach and say: "Look at the falling star. If you see a pink, wait for her."