Book: Flute in the forest

Every blade of grass and shook the pearly drops of dew, and yellow leaves on the black oaks blazed like gold coins.

It seems that the offender trickier it will not find. And he runs, zigzagging like a hare, but the king, or rather his right, the court gradually, we should be behind him and sooner or later will overtake.

However, when he was left alone, it again had doubts and dark thoughts: it is in solitude, the devil incites man as the owner chases struck with a lance sleepy oxen to make them go faster.

As there are no two identical leaves or two identical waves, so there are no two identical human stories.

But the woman was curious. All people are woven out of curiosity. They are willing to forget that they were robbed, if only to try to find out how the thieves committed the theft. People tend to find the cause of the disease befell them as if it will help them to heal.