ответ:More than anything else, the pr. Curator (not) saw the smell of rose oil and everything now anticipated (not) a good day since the smell was pr .. followed the pr. Curator from the light. To the curator, it seemed that the pink smell was running out ... to paris and palm trees in the garden, to the smell of leather ... of equipment ... and sweat from the convoy pr ... mixes up ... the prickly pink stream. From the flanks ... lei in the rear of the palace where ra..pol..has lived pr..went with pr..curator to Yershalaim the first k .. two ... eleventh Lightning bolts..nos..nogo..gion taken .. forcefully smoke in colo..adu through the upper..yu garden area and to the bitter smoke of St indicating that the cooks in Kenturians began to cook dinner .. all that same fat pink spirit was mixed.
“Oh gods gods why are you punishing me? Yes, there is no doubt it is she, she again, (un) victorious horror .. hemicrania disease in which (sex) of the head hurts ... there is no cure for it .. there is no (n ..) what kind of salvation ... p .. try (not ) move your head. "
Пошаговое объяснение:
14, 28, 56