with prickly snowflakes of stitching leela is always so just frost show how many people everywhere misfortunee astray. and now everything is a beautiful metelitsa circle with a lace hem. and how snowflakes are vodka, who went out for a walk, but i'll tell you a secret, my main talent is painting, yes, yes, don't be surprised, especially since you've seen all my paintings, look at me cat. it was i who wrapped everything, and i painted everything, like it's time for the canvas. and while you're wondering who i am meet me with applause. you talk to me about love, and the conversation started in vain glory, i listen, but they don't mean anything, maybe you still don't shine the best in the world, not yet a snowflake. not yet the next house is never there, to become fate will come, as the market was sanctified around them. maybe you are the best in the world, only this is not immediately understood, not yet death. never wait again. it may not be next yet. suddenly, i myself looked into your eyes and at you and i will become the things of the word that nothing is downloading now. can you on the lig