Swan. Swan clumsy on land, he walks, swaying from side to side, as if he had to run, then help themselves wings, so that almost flying. But no one in the water graceful and beautiful swan: his movements are free, elegant, relaxed. Legend attributes this gift to sing unusual bird mellifluous song-swan song, but only once in my life - before death. But Swan did not sing either during life or of death, but only shouts unpleasant voice. His song is like a creaking carts nemazanoy. Swan is very strong, ipopytka attack him or his cubs - employment is not secure.
One day when I was still small. I was still five or four years old. I went back then to the kindergarten. The day was ordinary sunny, we went out with a group for a walk. I ran from one of my friends, we then swarmed into the hills. I ran from He, well, he did not run around me. I stitched him to the front a little with a pina and decided to gazvernutsya there was a birch and I twisted my eyebrow very much. I bleed a lot. I went with my mom to the ballerina, and I got a brow . That's how I got my first scar. перевод Однажды когда я был еще маленький. Мне было еще пять или четыре года. Я ходил тогда еще в садик .День был обычный солнечный, мы с группой вышли на прогулку. Я побежал от одного моего друга, мы тогда играли в ляпки. Я побежал от него, ну он не побежал зо мной. Я стял к нему передом немного спиной и решил газвернутся там стояла береза и я сучком очень сильно рассек бровь. У меня много вытекло крови. Ну я с мамой поехал в больницу, и мне зашили бровь. Вот так получил я свой первый шрам.
