I know, I know. Nihil novi sub Sole Peruviae. Life's scandal or whatever you like to describe the dangerous relationships of a certain Vladimir. due to the fact that it's a chop where you can lie.
Just this described by Investigative Journalists" tijecz'ijenje żisni "is typical. For very many higher poputchikov ułybayusz'chijoj vlas'ti. ( I don't think we have a problem with translation—recognize vraga. )
And this description someway coincided, accidentally? With the Final of Certain. - Orkiestry. Now thanks to various grants from sources close to the mentioned vlas'ti.
I don't know about you guys, but there's been quite a few abuse lately in City City.
What about the Dar Ser tanks... no, for the Red Heart at the marketplace register?
Did individual look at what he saw?
Important, the yearly evidence is down.
Now it's time for a gibberish about Saint Vladimir.
The milk is spilled, the calolithic secrets on top.
What to do, what to do?
So far, escape tactics, evasive. possibly L-4 due to depression. due to the fact that it's kind of a chase.
But someway I think all the Faithful Ideals are going to throw themselves in the wild.
There is simply a holy Juras, there is, to criticize the ilsia.
Da is besides Svijatyj Vladimir, the njeelzij's here!
And now it's time for my disability.
Imagination.
A couple of giant KO-holes set up for a large box.
Each of them with a floating inscription - abbreviation of the names of the Allied Party.
And over the booth there's a large sign: Avrory Hats.
And the screaming that comes from her: calmly! That's adequate for everyone!
Illustration, church of Saint Vladimir in Moscow.
The council didn't get there.
But how about a branch at Lubian Square?
