you say, don't be angry with me for the sake of christ natalya natashka why don't you come in? something before, well, how can you live? grishka's farm has rolled up, don't worry. oh, ice, my girl, and hit the grandmother fighter, from the llamas, says a piece of wax from the candle, roll it into a ball, take it to the cows, bury fresh droppings, otherwise trouble rushed under the window to guard. i didn't come for a candle. i'll spend you forgot. oh the joy is out. my bow is different, yes, girls. can you tell me how to order? alien, smorchal would have found nothing. what to talk about? well tell me, don't spears, be your own. i have been noticing him for a long time, and then you retell me my zadonsky at the mill to make peace with soldiers. i'm here and they are near the paths. oh, natalia hear. yes, she can. i'll go. i'm spending my sweetheart now too. i will find the door. and natashka threw a gap, she and her father-in-law with a chrome panteley got confused at home. thickness you will find oh well. oh what a christ pity mine? natasha, what is my bottom? what are you? do

then i'm standing in the middle of the road. you say, don't get mad at me for the sake of christ natalya natashkaet bored? something before, well how can you live? farm grishka drove our