Oksana Robski. The day of happiness - tomorrow (№ 287860)

The web was something personal. Web no one. Everyone has maids. It's like all systems go and sing a song, and all so good: and those who go, and those who look. And when you suddenly take a step to the side, nothing changes. For them. You just cease to be part of and get solid.
So I felt like a person, I had to make the web. Interestingly, as if to let apartment a couple of mice, I will start megalomania?