taiga. be afraid, this is my dad. why are you throwing me in such a heat? 4 years old chain sat on it, like a component of konokraft. in italy beautiful city of dreams. the city of the sun for him. it can be said that life did not sit here in this book. and how will people live in them and what will the whole city be like? well, what a beautiful one can even say, a beautiful circle of pictures of gardens and silence. the street is made of white stone, marble is called lined and cleanliness everywhere cleanliness extraordinary cleanliness with a hatchet in the cold would cease to be weird and things would be fine . to sit like this is even useful. why do you live here in the forest, pray to the wheel? and what happened next? nothing for the grandfather to send it is necessary. and what to wish? am i here? not come in. wait here. what are you doing, why did you come here? who called you to light the door, mishka thinks nothing, the stove is rumors old man. would you give it to me to brushwood in the clearing, and you still chop. ruble and i am a female. you cut the ruble, you know? you won't go into yourself. well, how is your grandfather? will you giv