Author of quotes: Olga Gromyko. Page 4

- Why are you still up there?!
Softly, and here I lie - the young man snarled, but stood up.
- And the girl put it back? - bland asked Marina.

Apparently, strong words were not only afraid of domestic wickedness, but also of foreign technology.

Girl, can, mate, I'll start talking? No? Well, to put it mildly, hardly speaking, it's fucking sprawling.

Hearing the music I am deprived, but always ready to compensate for the volume and feeling of fulfillment.

- Len, do you trust me?
The question would be difficult, coffee's hot. In some ways I San, of course, trust. For example, if I need to bring to handle any enemy, I would not have a shadow of a doubt with whom to meet.

If the lady about something persistently asks to get her to repeat the request - moveton.

I think I'm beginning to understand why they want to kill her. And took a turn.

Madame thinks that they will be able to gallop across those potholes on your skinny? Madame big optimist? Well, well.

To listen at the door, uninformative, you never know whom could be involved!

All ustakanilos, everything goes
The fate of the cart touches in the way
And we are impossible
Will peritreme sometime.
All settled down, ground
Absolutely different from us
Because plus and plus forever, not glued,
A plus and a minus - good luck!
We poboltaem for decency,
Lamenting the meanness of the gods,
For an exorbitant amount
United us enemies.
And after - will endure and will grow to love him ...
Leaving us to wonder away,
As before in the gray days mudslides
We have one without the other could live...

Tomorrow we fight on the first snow -
In the dirt to bring down, to embroider a scarlet silk...
...I will come to you - wherever I was,
You wait for me - how would neither was I...
The air will howl, the earth in the sky falls upon,
Smoky wind filled with steel...
...I keep you in heart and letters
You love me - whoever I was...
A handful of tokens the other people in the palm of your hand
Nightmares and night the cry of the voiceless...
...Meet, pay, give a hug - that I realized
What in the hell survived in vain...

Though some benefit from this damn sciatica. No strength to read long indignant notation and is not necessary, just stop yourself focusing on internal sensations, and the victim herself is buried. Alchevska win-win tactic!

Very convincingly written, with a twinkle. Once it is clear what pills and at what dose to prescribe!

Well, were sick some alien, it happens. Maybe it is their rite - in front of the cashier to lie down on the floor to accept the idea of upcoming expenses.