walking [Theme] Page 3

Law was my mother, when he said that walking in the Bush does not end good.

- Victor Nikolaevich, You can not read? <...> And I tell You, our yards are planned not for the festivities!
- And for what?!
- For aesthetics!
- And where does he walk?
- You are given a separate apartment, there and walk.

- Where do we go?
We just hang out today, okay?
Okay.
- I have long wanted to go to the zoo. There's something born Behemoth.

I usually like to roam at random in a strange city and I'm sure it's the best way to learn it.

You say that with a coffee is everywhere, in all cities of the world. Of course. But in St. Petersburg there is still a biting wind from the Neva, evening chill and constant rain. So coffee Cup in cold hands here turns into a sweet life-saving tradition. My guests love to take a drink of coffee, waffles or biscuits and sit directly on the spit of Vasilyevsky island. The sound of the waves, river buses scurrying to and fro. And we enjoy the conversation and a hot sweet drink. And life is surprisingly good!

The day after tomorrow come may.
I go through the city,
Singing "where is my mind".

When we walked arm in arm,
I felt like we can throw away
The falseness of our past.
When we were walking, holding hands,
It seemed to me that we can drop
The utter falsity of our past.

I have always sad when I go. Step by step step over your own doubts. Long could not understand why during Hiking light? Can one stay in the air so to heal.

Louise, dear! The Prairie is not a place for walking.
- Have I ever asked you for advice?
- The Indians, Louise!
- The moon will take me.
- Git El Coyote.
- I'll charm him.
- You like to mock me?
Yes.

If you really want to get to know the city, it is necessary to walk.

Pam and kitty approached the Colonel Clapperton. Each hand took him by the hand.
- You're coming with us! said pam. - The lifeboat deck. To see the moon.
- Don't be stupid, John, ' said Mrs. Clapperton. - You'll catch a cold.
- We do not catch a cold! exclaimed kitty. - With us it will be hot!

You know
I love you so missing here.
I go again on the Avenue, swallow the advertising,
Passers-by, cars honking, but do not notice.
Hold and stumble again.
Better home on the tram
With you our favorite places.
You know
The weather here is not guess
All of this as casually -
Walks and thoughts, and poems on my knees.
I'm sorry, but I really miss her.
All worn before my eyes.
I must, I will, I know.
Back home, I'm trying to sleep.

- Don't get lost! - there was a near ear someone's disgruntled voice. Jace is specifically slowed down to walk beside. - I'm tired of constantly look back and make sure that nothing happened.
- Well, don't look back.
- No, last time you were attacked by a demon, - he remembered.
- Yes, unfortunate will happen if my sudden death will disturb your pleasant walk.
Expressive Jace looked at Clary:
- Don't cross the line between sarcasm and outright rudeness. What's the matter?
- This morning, several creepy creatures went through my brain; now I go to meet the type who once did the same thing. And if he take it out of my memory something awful?
- Why horrible?
Clary unstick the hair from the sweat-covered skin:
I hate it when you answer a question with a question

Don't know about you, dear citizens, I love the night whoring on the streets. I somehow felt free. You can wave your hands. Nobody will push. Once you can happily go.