They were hiding altitude, they loved benches, they were walled with a vodka neighbor, drip the ancestors.
They galling at night, they laughed, shouted, the baldel.
We flew the week of fun. On the melons are not scary, it was not scary, it was not scary.
Life hold on ...
Bored shops. Skip, urgent.
Copying the heart, new young people take the entrances.
The nine-story buildings in the cage are crying, and they went into the light of girls, money and a wheelbarrow, buckets, cigarettes, nights.
Son, take the handkerchief.
Leave yourself, mom, I'll be for sure at night.
They laughed, shouted, the bald police, Galdeli, dloorad. Needless did not fly at the fun.
They smoked, sang, drank, beat the bits, were.
And where are all these indifference now? Matured ...
Birthdays fly. The hands are stronger, glance is sharper, thoughts cunning, clutch chicken, cigarettes are smoldering.
Things are stricter, thicker Ryzh. Some already have mother-in-law.
The days are thick, the personality is brighter.
Freshing without a case is already less likely, but we disappear more often. On the work hundreds of people, and something else there at the institute and something there on the personal front.
Days are thicker. Here you are former skinny! Now strong, enough power. The tarts of the tarts changed the compotes and juices. Jennina, Pushkin, Dostoevsky changed its own lines.
Days are thicker and seeing not as often as before. And on night gatherings in the arbors already miss.
Moldni, Dimarik, tea.
And how many drunken conversations heard this kitchen ...
The museum shakes. Given plays. Experience, money spoil ...
And conscience ... God is with her!
And again the name of Christina, and again a cake.
And the candles are already 20.
Girl recovered for a year. Vado more dances.
Dropped into cars. Hooked stagger-time to ride.
The lights blink, the houses flashed. Speak.
In the back seat, the boys also stick down. This is okay, the beer lacques Igor. Pohang again gave the Lipa, let's tell him tomorrow what he smoked so much? He did not know about the beer.
Zheka, brakes at the kiosk. Will you get a pivot, fat? By half the seam from the nose.
They laughed, shouted, the bald police, Galdeli, dloorad. Needless did not fly at the fun.
They smoked, sang, drank, beat the bits, were.
And where are all these indifference now? Matured ...
I rally walk for the house, then to the next courtyard, then in someone else's area, city, and then for Cordon.
On someone else's mainland.
Cold, lack of sleep ... used, worn.
All that is not against the principles is not so serious.
Wait for me! And I'm waiting for me there.
When will you come?
I will come, do not worry, moms.
Wherever I find, I will, I will be broken, either as a whole, drunk pine. You, mother, let the son.
The door with a creak in front of the frozen type brutally drunk, dirty ... in any ugly form.
Mom, Open, I am ... - incoherently voice Sipl.
And before a vile type the door with creak.
Warheads, hide and seek, tasks ... Now brewing, dust, cars, cash, harmful
Habits, mobile phones, chains, chewing. I replaced the nickname ... Sons, sons, sons.
Groats the boys, get off the stove from the fairy tale.
They laughed, shouted, the bald police, Galdeli, dloorad. Needless did not fly at the fun.
They smoked, sang, drank, beat the bits, were.
And where are all these indifference now? Matured ...
