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It's like she came out into the open sea in a small lake boat, and the sky foretells her storm.

Victory is not only confidence in their own strength,it is also the test of our capabilities.

Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.

You ask why the lightning rod Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, contestee signs? What language do you think speaks the wind? From some of the people storm? Whence comes the rain? What color is the zipper? Where is the birthplace of the thunder?

Farouche is our sea,
Day and night noise it;
Fatal in its scope
A lot of troubles buried.
Clouds are running over the sea,
Stronger the wind, swell mobiles;
Will storm: you wanna bet
And we wrestle with her.

There is a special charm
In these, the storm ismath,
Broken chrysanthemums.

Stork nest in the wind.
And below it, outside of storms
Cherries calm color.

About the poor jellyfish, brown
Rastrepina hair,
You can hardly wait for the storms
And it's in my nature!

Don't scare me by storm:
Cheerful the roar of spring storms!
After the storm over the earth
Shine happier azure.
After the storm molodeya,
The Shine of new beauty
Fragrant and lush
The flowers bloom!

Under the terrible question of heaven
Cry shaggy waves
And often full of contempt,
Laughing at a storm demon.
But the morning light heaven
A wave of gold and splashes,
And often cold dew
Tear envious Shine.

Don't be afraid of the storms! Let them hit you in the chest
Nature's purifying power!
She is still off the road do not roll,
Which the mind had drawn.

A storm brings down the oak and the reed can't resist.
Oaks may fall when reeds stand the storm.

The sail soars! He plans to close
Shine - forty feet.
will there be a storm? unchecked squirt,
anger in the green pupils!
Will not be no one?
Would it be. Pass.
Fatty bird wise pierce
fish lip bone.
There goes the fickle boy-Parus.
Does he believe in a storm runner?
Here the vertical dash - sail...
That's really for a visible trait.
Storm will be ocean, will be reborn,
periodically, weight,
but the sail did not return.
Only some. Sail.
And that's all.

If our, the North wind threatens only the wires and the trees, the Caribbean squall threatens everything in the world. It's worth noting the black on the horizon, and not know whether there will be over your head roof, and where is the ship: on the bottom or on the waves. These miserable pieces of land don't know anything, buddy.