first to fill the vacancy are the gentry from the west of orsha, from the myastochka dubroina, kazimir semyanovichmself would become a mentor for the burning artillery of the whole world. it seems that the kazik family would have unstoppable lads. in secret we have a lot of time father, i put on experiments. i don’t think it’s true that there was magic. explore some unknowns, this is the result of this experiment and the weak strata of mayomasts, from the book of kazimir semyanovich: and this pit has been given more than once by the bogeyman, rodianovich, and the old days, but not a bug you , there was no extra mayor, a molded career for a small nobleman - service ў to the army. casimir this understands, but since his agonies, he has learned to swing a sword and ride a canoe, and he spends days and nights over the fat. books, reading everything that caught my hand, the hell of ancient philosophers yes fashionable alchemists. to the vaiskian vochy psavat, nedaumyavali fathers, and the lad tlumachy: “you are in hell, we are in our pre-revolutionary century, nadvara is already 17 hundred years ago.”

kazimir semyanovich. the hell of the pit seemed to be a scare more than once. . there was no extra trouble. the best career for a small nobleman is service to the army. kazimir geta understands. ale pakul my agonies have learned to swing and ride a canoe, and spend days and nights reading thick books. read everything that caught my hand, the hell of ancient philosophy and fashionable alchemy. to the vaiskian vochy psavat, nedaumyavali fathers, ale lad tlumachy: “you have become a hell of a life, we are in our modern age, it’s already 17 centuries ago.” vaina, this is the greatest rescue of the intellect and knowledge, this whole skill, which is the source of pain and mastery. to be able to do this, you need to know absolutely everything. ways to peramage the enemy on adleglasci, people came out right. they threw stones, circled over the galley of the plows, fired from ragatak and bow. the harmats came up with more terrible things. at first glance, the yana looked like some kind of dirty patchwork, floating stone, then cast iron cannonballs, trapping wherever nee