Book: Methodius Buslaev. The third horseman of the darkness

Mesh eleven. With Zozo he is here on vacation. Time is short, and it should fit in the new company, to become his. One weakness, one neumanna resentment - and will peck tear. Only individually children are little angels. Together - a pack of cubs with their laws.

Glitches come and go, but true friends remain. If someone of my friends left, so he too was a glitch.

It is much better to be banal controlled hysteria.

Mark it on your nose, my Peeps, and have a memory will leave a scar!

Take the brains of rental. B/y does not offer!

Hunger is not my aunt. He's a guy. An angry guy with forks for teeth, sandpaper tongue, and boiling stomach.

The middle way is always the easiest. Another thing is that it rarely leads in the right direction.

There are things that it is impossible to lose. They can only betray itself by changing its purpose.

Oh! Moscow is getting boring to the other place.