Mein erster arbeitstag da
Well, here I am, and began to lead his diary. Hopefully, deuce nobody will supply, for his vision. Took him a long time, but did not begin to write. Just like that the taverns, but for the girls. At this time, began writing a new story. I do not know as treat the public. Is a small quote: "The match started at the end of the day. I sat by the window and watched as the evening slowly crawled up the wall of the day, forcing an ardent opponent of his, the sun. It certainly did not want to give up their positions, rested, and even flushed. With anger, that it lost the sun using illicit reception, began to blind pedestrians, who in turn resented this fact and as a peasant-spat, continuing wading about their business, but for him it was just an attempt. Time was for the evening and the sun had to surrender. I sat and watched this scene and thought, who replaces us, because we, too, sliding, as the sun, in the end. But then I realized that I turn to Gott, "brushed" with a "ashes" fall on me with the memories, as foliage, and began to gather. "I have a habit of inserting pictures in the beginning of the story. This picture - the album cover of one group. Who knows - well. The other day scribbled poem. Do not even need to download free mp3. Here he is. By the way beginning I was a little borrowed from some pesnyushki (vielleicht!) «London, Paris pigeons from the rooftops send hello my little black rain rare planets but do not try to even go your way every goal you should know that these friends back at you Nasr * t. Here's a cheerful refuge passer summer umbrella wore a helmet would have been better, there is nothing in the way before the dovish gov * om. I stood there and laughed as if rooted until the post itself in this rainy weather is not wet. pigeon - The bird of peace do not shoot the pigeons! I'd killed them all! if the pigeon was a sparrow. so all the world and more such rains here and forget about the world of shoot you - my friend Pigeons »
