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Дата Сентябрь 21st, 2008 время 12:21 пп автор man


Itself has thrust. Language at it was scratched to tell the superfluous. On

All of us now are mown. In a court yard nobody greets me. Today

Newspapers have not brought. Perhaps, it is accident. And can the end beginning.

The egoist! You always only thought of yourself. To You it is good, and that to me

To do?

The A tench has moaned and has fallen on a floor. The wife told still something bitter,

Insulting and persistently drummed in glass, trying to draw attention of the husband.

But the A tench who has been pressed down by terrible melancholy, already heard nothing. It