Book: The gel is green, the center of the Earth

Stefan stood and watched as she smiles; barely; as snow begins to fall; "I know you a hundred years, remember? Elder mother has blessed us in the spring and in the fall I cast a spell into a Swan; and I went through the worlds and swamps, looking for you; remember? I wove you a shirt from willow twigs, and again you become little boys with gray eyes and with a wing instead of the left hand; remember? We've been like a hundred years; and died in one day, in one hour, on a large bed of satin and roses grew from the front garden to a large garden around our house; and no one can get to our graves, remember?" - here such it was the smile of a fairy tale in one hundred volumes.

I hate when I do not to himself but to his...

But you're a good father; you're not afraid that they will become extraordinary....

Live the way you want - be free to dream not of freedom, but the achievements...

Are you in love: despised and openly - on the eve of spring.