Paris [Theme] Page 1

The Arc de Triomphe appeared on its monstrous paws, as if at the entrance to the city there was an awkward giant who was now walking along the wide street in front of him.

In Paris, for your information, it is better not to have a bed than a tailcoat.

It is unlikely that in this city it was possible to talk about some kind of blessing. Paris would rip the wings of a seraphim and decorate buildings with them, just to declare that angels have no place here.

She was Layla. A girl who created herself.

On your Parisian pavements, my Paris?

A thousand photographs of Paris are not Paris.

We can go wherever we want and do whatever we want. If you want to Paris - we will go to Paris, if you want to ride a camel in Cairo - I will be there with you. The world belongs to us and I want to see every corner of it with you. As long as we are together, no matter where we are, we are always at home.

of people.

Harsh firm hands.

Today is a flying mood. I want to sit on a broom and fly away... somewhere in Paris.

Versailles.
Exclamation One:
The lived well!
Palaces
on the back of the bedrooms and the hall -
and in each
and table
and a bed.
Such
Second
and you can't build -
at least a lifetime
steal!

Parisian life is not about us.

The blood shed by Skoblin for the Motherland was the best confirmation of his loyalty to his oath and duty. Having established himself in this thought, Nikolai Vladimirovich undertook to equip his life according to all the rules of tactics. He was well aware that Paris could not be captured on the spot, because, as Colonel Levitov quite rightly noted: "Paris is a world city, who is not in it, and therefore life there is in full swing, everything is bought and sold wholesale and retail, the idol was His Majesty the Franc."

In Paris with the endless, tireless persistence, it was snowing. At times, the streets came the wind and then kicked up a tornado of snow; at times there came a lull, and then out of the darkness of the night sky in a silent circling felled countless major cereals. The poor folk poglyadyvaem from under wet brows, could only wonder, where does all this snow. Maitre Francois Villon, standing in the afternoon at the window of the tavern, has put forward such an assumption: whether it is pagan Jupiter sting geese on Olympus, whether it is shedding the Holy angels.