In the spring , the vice versa path to Moscow, We sluchayno proezzhaly past nebolshoho towns. Online áûë Rather bolshuyu a mortgage on wood, something to the garden is home to Nam utopaly in Color , and so on pokazalsya us krasyvыm , that not sMorly We will stand against soblazna ostanovytsya there. I nykohda áû have thought , that the small provyntsyalnomu Walk Gorodok Can deliver takoe naslazhdenye . We walked through a neighborhood garden Trejo hours and something Bolsheviks We smotrely to CEI skazochnыy Corner , themes Bolsheviks We voshyschalys im. Before we áûë genuine ancient town, polnыy a charm , How vstretysh not in our area . But we had ostavalos of time , and we pryshlos Hurry Moscow.
Ладно, только я буду рассказывать свою историю, ок?
When I was in my early teens, I liked spending time in summer camps. It was fun and exciting. I made a lot of friends there. Once we, I and my 3 friends, were getting back from the camp canteen after the late supper. It was dark and the illumination was poor. We were chatting and playing fool, when I saw a glimming round object in the booshes to the left side of the alley. There was something unusual about it. Suddenly I understood that the object lookes like a big eye and it was blinking. There have to be two eyes, - I thought and got scared. Can you see that too, guy? - I asked. What's that? - they replied and looked the way I was ponting my trembling finger. They saw it too, and we went running in fear from that place.
These are not my trousers.Those are mine.