Character: Nicholas Cavaliers

My shoes got tangled in the noodles and green grass.

Human life is insignificant. Menacingly, the movement of worlds. When I settled here, the sun hare in two hours of the day sitting on the door jamb. It took thirty-six days. The hare jumped into the other room. The land was once part of the path. Sunny Bunny, children's toy, reminds us of eternity.

In our country, glory road fencing barrier... Gifted person either needs to fade or to decide on what to with a big scandal to raise the barrier.

She is forty-five, and in the courtyard it is called "Anya". She cooks Lunches for the farm hairdressers. The kitchen she made in the hallway. In a dark trench - plate. She feeds the cats. Quiet a lean cat off her hands electroplated movement. She's flinging them some guts. Therefore, the floor is decorated with mother of pearl like spitting. Once I slipped, stepping on someone's heart - a small and tightly decorated as chestnut. She walks entangled cats and tendons of animals. In her hand shining knife. It tears the guts of the elbows, like a Princess wide web.

Women! We will blow you smoke, clean your nostrils of smoke, your ears - from the hubbub, we'll make a potato magically, in an instant, to drop off shoes; we will return to you hours stolen from you kitchen, half life will get you back. You, young woman, cook for her husband soup. And the puddle of soup give you half of your day! We will turn your puddle into a sparkling sea, soup pour the ocean, porridge mound mounds, glaciers crawling jelly! Look, hostess, wait! We promise you: tile floor will be filled with sun, will burn the copper vats, the Lily of purity will be of the plates, the milk will be heavy as mercury, and this will float the fragrance from the soup that will be jealous of the flowers on the tables.