to the field, for the dying days, kali sertsam. you feel the smile of the world, you understand adnoychyto do it, without pavaga yes udzyachnasti, even if you are a man, without pavaga and udzyachnasti, tears, a hole in the world, you need to dig up your skin, for your life, for life and for the light of the sun. for everything and everyone , for everything and everyone, if you forget your dear lady, you become a bastard, if you don’t realize that you can’t live without punishment, you are ruining. yourself, you are destroying your wings, without pavaga new life, even though you are a man, without pava and udzjachnasti, tears are unraveled, you need to speak to the skin, which is sharp for your age, for life and for the sun, for the light, bra olika gangerlikanger. without pavaga da udzyachnasti, no matter how you are, without pavaga da udzyachnasti, without pavaga da udzyachnasti, tears da developed, you need to swear by the skin, how much for your age, for life and for the sun-light, for the future and kahanna, without pavagi dy udziachnastsi, hiba you are a man , without pavaga ўdzyac

adnoychy, the transition to their past is not easy.on the ground of the halstsina, or for direct purposes? drazdovich chose his craft. there have been few carcinomas, there have been mysterious and amazing stories, fantastic stories, people without creatures, wonderful local histories. kali is so springy, it’s possible to get out of the way, the spies have been crazy. perhaps, according to drazdovich’s imagination , the paryzh bagema was created. would it have been taken away, would it be similar to the fashionable surrealism, or even paryzh? the master would be eager to earn money for life, then work, either as a pear or as a painter. happy is the one who has time for free creative work, who is in good health and without pain in the future, who does not have time to spend his time on a penny of bread. varying in my closet, hungry masters go to bed, and apynaўsya people. dzivosny landscapes, vakol desert, pestilence, incredible canstruktsy pabudovy. dzeya was talking about the torture galava, where she brought me, and adnekul yon atrym