Character: Jacob
- You're still an idiot! Love for a genius, it inspires, it gives strength to live this hateful life. I want to be better, bolder, more honest ...
- What's the matter, honey? asked his thin, uncertain voice Lisa.
Chef wrote. He says that today can not go out. Jacob pulled up, stretching his arms up, and bones crunched. - today promise zero temperature. I feel that this mess will last another month.
- Of course, what do you expect? - the girl smiled. - Plus in the morning and in the evening a minus. Here's the mess the weather.
Chef wrote. He says that today can not go out. Jacob pulled up, stretching his arms up, and bones crunched. - today promise zero temperature. I feel that this mess will last another month.
- Of course, what do you expect? - the girl smiled. - Plus in the morning and in the evening a minus. Here's the mess the weather.
Trust is a mutual thing.
In every myth there is a grain of truth.
I believe that we are the chosen people. And I wish the Almighty had chosen someone else.
Is like the body of a woman, down there, where does not remain any traces, - said Yakov.
He splashed a little glass of brandy.
Only childbirth leave traces there, he said. But not about love and betrayal. And don't we men. Only in the bodies of our mothers we leave the trail, but not in the bodies of our women.
He splashed a little glass of brandy.
Only childbirth leave traces there, he said. But not about love and betrayal. And don't we men. Only in the bodies of our mothers we leave the trail, but not in the bodies of our women.
