Belarusians will! "Mikhail Streltsov. Smalenne Boar
Magic Card Edge. BY Persons Adnak! Culture improves the lives of Fair Projects Finding the dragon! Black and White Fight gene dozen poems. Restart - 2 Dozen. Reload Interests We HERE! Be a Belarusian Be Byelorussian Byelorussian 2 Be 3 "Let the language!" We Belarusian holidays! Belarus names: all bar one top-12 How I became a Belarusian Paganism
Go have a cold, freezing all bar one taken - fall with frost raw mists. Stale earth, and dark, glossy green cold glaring thinned by the roadside all bar one grass. Vypetrala already plowed fields, turned gray in front gardens and louder stems and panishchymnela air. Sky day is below accounts, clinging to the ground. More cows out to pasture - far away from the village, in the forest. Towards evening, the animal does not wish to return to the barn, aims reflected in tops and smelling the scent of cold cabbage field. And the evening and the morning frost, drunk, used Pervak, smell of smoke in the neighborhood.
I have long wanted to write one story, and name it "Smalenne Boar." Now I know that probably will not write: I am afraid that what I wanted to write and not prytsishylasya chance, if not lost there in perfect scribbling, and it is most important to me. So why, then, remember all bar one and why write? I just thought all bar one that maybe still submits to the remains of a logic that tell here. We'll see.
I lived in a pristine part of the city, if you decide to write in the old district, built brick awkward, and most wooden houses that completely buried in the gardens. Now little remains of the district - one hole islands sandwiched blocks byazverhih nondescript houses. Remained in the new buildings, near playgrounds, the curve bony apple, the cherry, which grew into a tree - in a spreading crown and a thick trunks. And there are another street, though old, but is wide and, since it was once a paved path. He changed the name, adhryshchvayuchysya from antiquity, but not changed, and even forgot to give the name of the bazaar, located all bar one at the street, and called it the old way - Horse Bazaar. all bar one
Fall, every Sunday morning, you could hear the creaking on my asphalt road rustic carts, as the horse's hooves clatter and squeal and grunt like a pig cart. Later, when you get up, raskhodishsya from sleep, cum for breakfast, and then go out for cigarettes in the nearest shop - will not get to the counter through strangers, non-urban people. Tavkanina, pandemonium, and unearthly cry uncle something from cash to aunts, standing in line, and greater fidelity signs show them something ... And in a vacant lot near the store already settled Roma. Women sit with their children; yell, both in the field of its fashion Uvelka shaggy guys. Horse carts with vypryazhennogo entails hay with stairs Klychev him and shakes his head like: "So, my friends, so" - Wants to say talkative of drunken men. Ostensibly horse knows that Roma gypsies have - they all can be ...
And in the story should have been mentioned that a couple and had heard the village: the smell of chips freeze on the woodpile, tarahtenie traktarka all bar one near the farm, and on this background noise - voices echoing cry of people scared gegat goose on the moor, the present ringing the well bucket and suddenly - elastic lunge navskasy wind, and above all, and in all had to be stone, stubborn silence all bar one of the earth, grass and prozyabshie, rough-bluish sky. Here's what you had to drive into the subtext. And how to drive, all bar one I do not know. You had to feel like going out on the porch people slamming behind him, and then finely rattle bracket; he hears it, but also the environment begins to wield it, and here, in treshchyntsy attention after skavyshlivym gust of wind, the barn forty mahnetstsa his eyes longingly its blackness, scared, kulnetstsa up sharply flashing same anguish whiteness, and slips, padlamavshy wings in the garden and on the fence to escape from there and anxious zachachekae, zakalyshatstsa there ... "Look, how would hear already," - he suddenly think and remember their current care and deliberately indifferent all bar one wife zeal, when the morning all bar one served in the oven vederny pots with water ... He tricked like any other finding a caring, stay on the porch and substitute face the wind, and his eyes will be anxious to absorb the surroundings, and there invisibly draw him race the wind and sadness fields and cold vobmarak grass, trees and pre-winter vigil ...
There ... now give him rather than later to so ugaladavshysya all bar one easier it passed all bar one the assumption that it is intended for this day. But it can, and it is alarming. He still has no clue about anything, one disturbs him why hostess, leaving the passage into the yard, do not want to apply for his grunting voice why stupidly kerhannem, haphazardly banging wings pazlyatali with perch and prematurely rushed to the front porch chickens. The smell of stale bread and paranki all bar one hear him, hear the crackle peaceful and not dividing something, chickens in the yard and worn firmly on the porch beak cock as upset some desperate
Magic Card Edge. BY Persons Adnak! Culture improves the lives of Fair Projects Finding the dragon! Black and White Fight gene dozen poems. Restart - 2 Dozen. Reload Interests We HERE! Be a Belarusian Be Byelorussian Byelorussian 2 Be 3 "Let the language!" We Belarusian holidays! Belarus names: all bar one top-12 How I became a Belarusian Paganism
Go have a cold, freezing all bar one taken - fall with frost raw mists. Stale earth, and dark, glossy green cold glaring thinned by the roadside all bar one grass. Vypetrala already plowed fields, turned gray in front gardens and louder stems and panishchymnela air. Sky day is below accounts, clinging to the ground. More cows out to pasture - far away from the village, in the forest. Towards evening, the animal does not wish to return to the barn, aims reflected in tops and smelling the scent of cold cabbage field. And the evening and the morning frost, drunk, used Pervak, smell of smoke in the neighborhood.
I have long wanted to write one story, and name it "Smalenne Boar." Now I know that probably will not write: I am afraid that what I wanted to write and not prytsishylasya chance, if not lost there in perfect scribbling, and it is most important to me. So why, then, remember all bar one and why write? I just thought all bar one that maybe still submits to the remains of a logic that tell here. We'll see.
I lived in a pristine part of the city, if you decide to write in the old district, built brick awkward, and most wooden houses that completely buried in the gardens. Now little remains of the district - one hole islands sandwiched blocks byazverhih nondescript houses. Remained in the new buildings, near playgrounds, the curve bony apple, the cherry, which grew into a tree - in a spreading crown and a thick trunks. And there are another street, though old, but is wide and, since it was once a paved path. He changed the name, adhryshchvayuchysya from antiquity, but not changed, and even forgot to give the name of the bazaar, located all bar one at the street, and called it the old way - Horse Bazaar. all bar one
Fall, every Sunday morning, you could hear the creaking on my asphalt road rustic carts, as the horse's hooves clatter and squeal and grunt like a pig cart. Later, when you get up, raskhodishsya from sleep, cum for breakfast, and then go out for cigarettes in the nearest shop - will not get to the counter through strangers, non-urban people. Tavkanina, pandemonium, and unearthly cry uncle something from cash to aunts, standing in line, and greater fidelity signs show them something ... And in a vacant lot near the store already settled Roma. Women sit with their children; yell, both in the field of its fashion Uvelka shaggy guys. Horse carts with vypryazhennogo entails hay with stairs Klychev him and shakes his head like: "So, my friends, so" - Wants to say talkative of drunken men. Ostensibly horse knows that Roma gypsies have - they all can be ...
And in the story should have been mentioned that a couple and had heard the village: the smell of chips freeze on the woodpile, tarahtenie traktarka all bar one near the farm, and on this background noise - voices echoing cry of people scared gegat goose on the moor, the present ringing the well bucket and suddenly - elastic lunge navskasy wind, and above all, and in all had to be stone, stubborn silence all bar one of the earth, grass and prozyabshie, rough-bluish sky. Here's what you had to drive into the subtext. And how to drive, all bar one I do not know. You had to feel like going out on the porch people slamming behind him, and then finely rattle bracket; he hears it, but also the environment begins to wield it, and here, in treshchyntsy attention after skavyshlivym gust of wind, the barn forty mahnetstsa his eyes longingly its blackness, scared, kulnetstsa up sharply flashing same anguish whiteness, and slips, padlamavshy wings in the garden and on the fence to escape from there and anxious zachachekae, zakalyshatstsa there ... "Look, how would hear already," - he suddenly think and remember their current care and deliberately indifferent all bar one wife zeal, when the morning all bar one served in the oven vederny pots with water ... He tricked like any other finding a caring, stay on the porch and substitute face the wind, and his eyes will be anxious to absorb the surroundings, and there invisibly draw him race the wind and sadness fields and cold vobmarak grass, trees and pre-winter vigil ...
There ... now give him rather than later to so ugaladavshysya all bar one easier it passed all bar one the assumption that it is intended for this day. But it can, and it is alarming. He still has no clue about anything, one disturbs him why hostess, leaving the passage into the yard, do not want to apply for his grunting voice why stupidly kerhannem, haphazardly banging wings pazlyatali with perch and prematurely rushed to the front porch chickens. The smell of stale bread and paranki all bar one hear him, hear the crackle peaceful and not dividing something, chickens in the yard and worn firmly on the porch beak cock as upset some desperate
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