cameraman's diploma is real, after i was taken at the village club and at the school, the mentor revealed jahastadismher the light was a church. i am a smolensk now. we had a booklet, an old one from 1840, a prayer of words with engravings. and so he called. i have a great interest in childhood. i looked at the engravings. of course, i could not read, because there was nothing incomprehensible there, some only words i could read the prayers, i learned somehow they even remembered themselves. didn't even really teach them. well, i really wanted to bring some kind of obedience to the church to read exactly to read. i wanted the best church slavonic language to be self-supporting, guard folios, many mouths acted as assistants. washed us evil sometimes worship such a height was a hobby. the young man did not try to improve the fashionable and promising for life german tefrench language, but applied solicitation for driving, satisfied with liquid milk for social life. i said the priest standing, i can read. yes, and soon i was caught on the cleres by a reader great joy. here is what i read and liked. this