Book: Tales for troubled. Page 1

According to our customs barren woman returned to the parents. The husband sent me back, my family gave him back his ransom. Dad let me go on all four sides. So I am a seeker of happiness, became a catcher of the road.

According to our customs barren woman returned to the parents. The husband sent me back, my family gave him back his ransom. Dad let me go on all four sides. So I am a seeker of happiness, became a catcher of the road.

For a woman who stands firmly on his feet, ankle deep in fertile past; for which top advisers - her feelings, the future will become a fairy tale.

For a woman who stands firmly on his feet, ankle deep in fertile past; for which top advisers - her feelings, the future will become a fairy tale.

For a woman who stands firmly on his feet, ankle deep in fertile past; for which top advisers - her feelings, the future will become a fairy tale.

For a woman who stands firmly on his feet, ankle deep in fertile past; for which top advisers - her feelings, the future will become a fairy tale.

For a woman who stands firmly on his feet, ankle deep in fertile past; for which top advisers - her feelings, the future will become a fairy tale.

For a woman who stands firmly on his feet, ankle deep in fertile past; for which top advisers - her feelings, the future will become a fairy tale.

For a woman who stands firmly on his feet, ankle deep in fertile past; for which top advisers - her feelings, the future will become a fairy tale.

When will you stop deceiving yourself, no one will not deceive you. Come clarity, and this clarity will become possible.

When women grow Breasts, it's time from the breast to be separated. Naira, just that, hiding under the parental blanket. It's warm and calm, the danger is the same - to remain a child. The family that gets the woman-the child is doomed.

Unhappy parents have unhappy children grow. Parents poor parents were also unhappy. Wave after wave, one on top of another like...

I had to grow old to re-look at the world as a child, for which there are neither rich nor poor and all the miracle. Since I'm not fighting with life, I'm floating through life. I'm a big fish on the way to the sea.

When I come into the house a guest, I'll ask him: "History or the present?" If the guest gets wise to give him one of his tall tales.