Book: Hot heart

Our people are simple, docile, patient people; I'll tell you, it can Rob.

In anguish and boredom, my dear friend, bad thoughts come to mind.

Why I love pike fishing. Because she is the offender, toothy fish, and missing. Beating, beating a small fish, before pike does not make excuses can.

What is this honor? Amassed capital, so much for the honor. What's more capital, more and honor.

How am I to judge you now? If to judge according to the laws, so there are lots of laws... And the laws are strict. So, dear friends, as you wish: if I judge you according to the laws, or like me God on heart believe?

Never-I will never now the people hope will not. Where I itself will determine so be it!

Really again well endure? Where this man takes so much patience?

I think the roosters Indian. I have lived all his life not think.

You wyprawy me a sheet to I have a natural gentleman, but then, courtesy from me and ask.

In you your ignorance is so rampant.

You pray to God that a century the work was to be fed.

And why is he sleeping like that? Because the capital! And you're here toil all night. Robbed money, and I told him their mind!

Still alive all pokudova? Family members and all Orthodox Christians? Sources of water have not issales?

Neither father nor mother,
There was nobody at home,
There was nobody at home,
Get in, honey, out the window.