Character: Aliya

Leia, meanwhile, perched on the catwalk, just beaming with happiness. Tying the head with a handkerchief and put his finger to her cheek, she rolled her eyes and became a fool a fool.
- Oh! Right now, sing! - nudged me alia. The Director also watched with interest the like. Leia sighed and, jumping goat, issued a masterpiece:
My mother said to me, oaths are fraudulent, Yes vain
spent words,
Plug the ears I I haven't listened to arkhon with him did not take!
Ah, mom, on sleds I rode with the wrong!
I promised Ivan a kiss on the gingerbread,
Oh, I believed him why?
The beads in the store, I bought a blue scarf and green as grass,
But in boots Morocco in vain waited for Stepan, I,
Oh, Mama, Mama, you were right!
Ah, mom, on sleds I rode with the wrong!
I Shackle boasted that he would Woo,
Oh, I believed him, why? -
loudly having pressed the heel into the scene, Leia weighed all prostration. Present evil applauded, and Ophelia Markovna was flushed, like she told sebaceous anecdote.

- Okay, let's face it, more than happily spoke of rats and climbed up on the table, began to examine the device for writing. - Hmmm, not my size.
- She writes, - caught Ya And you know exactly what to write?
- I'm three hundred years in the archive, dear, lordly tapped my tail on the arm of rats.
Paper ate, - Aliya chuckled.
- Oh, come on, - waved away rats from the silly insinuations and, clasping his paws behind his back, walked to and fro, like a real teacher in class.
So, here goes. Write. In the year seven thousand one hundred eighty-sixth...