strick shaved his sveriya better after that wonderful haircut, the cats were like mice, even the stupid court, in the thirtieth kingdom, where there was no trace of a king. once having met a lion, having met a lion, the kind brother became more oracular, at first, with difficulty finding words, he said very politely, in order to be always beautiful you need to meet and mane in about once or twice a year, it was last summer, in the middle. i am in order, in the thirtieth kingdom, where there is no trace of the king, to the kings, kings, what happened next, what happened is clear to everyone who salyu. sign, meet him, it’s like playing with fire , the story continues, let’s not, the lion, shorn, as we will, ate the poor fellow, like a boudin, ate him with all the equipment, so, it was last summer, in mid-january, the tenth kingdom. a house where there is no sign of a king, it was last summer, in mid-january, three tenths of the kingdom, where there is no sign of a king, in the tenth a kingdom where there is no sign of a king. fashion changes daily, but as long as the light lasts, the gyps