Book: The stranger from the thirteenth home, or Kidnappers looking for a victim



And what kind of weather forecasters, who can not the regular rain guess? We have in the village each grandma for the next three days you will predict rain. Accept as true all you want. As the wind turns on the threshold or from the threshold. And how chickens behave. And as the sun sets... And sometimes the trees tell... Made himself to chicken - and hassle would not know!
№ 94939   Added MegaMozg 05-01-2017 / 23:12
We don't just read about the Studio in books that when you get there, then miracles begin immediately in the hallway Peter walks there, arm in arm with Chapaev, some Roman Gladiator lights the Hero of the Soviet Union, and the proud Queen of the sea tells of a simple peasant about how wonderful the sweater she bought yesterday at the Department store
№ 94938   Added MegaMozg 05-01-2017 / 23:12
How the beautiful people this morning! Like the dew-washed! Cheerful, fresh and as if even crispy young cucumbers. And eyes they have! Clean and clear, like flowers that only blossomed
№ 94937   Added MegaMozg 05-01-2017 / 23:12
Don't know about you, but I when I new, I feel like naked. It seems that everyone's looking at you, and somehow ashamed, embarrassed and want to hide from human eyes. The end is always what I or RUB my sleeve against the wall, so he wasn't new, or a stain on the pants will be put, or boot toe into the ground poke that is not so glittering. Then it's easier for me.
№ 94936   Added MegaMozg 05-01-2017 / 23:12