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I let you sit down and talk. Are you going to sleep if the patient? Then stay in a warm bed. And if you are healthy and you are healthy, then let's sit on the split logs from the bench, on the bench, and who is comfortable - or simply on the floor. I imagine we are, what we raced on our magic carpet in a rainbow with you our region, our hoary old days with you. Have you seen our northern hills? They are not very high, but still heather on them a few days earlier is gray. From padmarozkav. blake lively glamour I become old gray boulders, rocks, stones, rocks. And then begin to akryvatstsa glass, rose in the east Ledkov - for the banks, many of our lakes with you. A dug potatoes have long been taken to the house and barns, blake lively glamour piled in windrows. So it was long, long ago, so long ago, that in our country you have not been then the potatoes. Then stood on the shore of a small clean lake - land that exists Box - two at home. In a rich and proud, lived a man Ignat. He was an evil man slew his wife work, the children of domestic slavery in the world went. A master of all vtaymovvaetstsa, all under a rowing. All neighborhood strangled, swallow. - Forgot that in the coffin no pockets - bitterly joked good Maria, the nearest neighbor. Since her house was the closest. House since the grandparents, strong but perfectly groomed. After all, the host took to the war and left one woman with small children. Already, five, and each click on the following second. I every constantly hungry. While his father was something like interrupt, but here ... In a word, he began to reign on this earth the most terrible, the worst of sin, whose name Injustice. This is when one can not sleep because stuffed, and the other - because it is hungry. And the children - so even those crying blake lively glamour with hunger. Bad. Injustice never helps. For another, perhaps, forgive. For it - no. Late ..., was cold spring. The same summer. A fall even worse. Howling winds uzdmulisya rivers, blake lively glamour lakes amok. Istleet grass on lawns. From his father no rumors. Maria's turn to go for help to a neighbor. And he sits, hands in the ass put yes puffing like a hedgehog. Get drunk pig-pig. blake lively glamour - So what? - Lend me, neighbor, a measure of barley, and a measure of beans. I'll spring for it to work. - Adro-two. Spring-oyu. In the spring of all the neighborhoods adrablyav come. And by the time you're almost going to drag his feet, and your puppy, blake lively glamour may not draw at all. And maybe you're a widow now. Then it will not work. I will not give. Nothing to do. Poor woman came to his hut, and, even without turning on a torch, fell on the bench. Dark. Dark outside. Dark. Low black clouds, and there is no escape. Other neighbors run? Would help, but there is the same. A child that? Children do not know how an adult gets the bread. Hard work, sometimes - humiliation. When they realize - regret. blake lively glamour And then just cry in different voices "strong and tearfully," as in the old books wrote: - Mother! - Zyazyulenka! - Feed us! - Loaf give !! - Gorbushka! What a poor Mary? She decided to cheat children. - You go now. Sleep. And I will gather beans. Navara yes'll feed you. Children do not go to sleep. Then the woman went, lumped in the field of small stones (and they were just like beans), poured into the pot and set it on fire. So poor hut that the stove is not. Cook stones. blake lively glamour Children were asleep. Calmed down. Wake mother - naedyatsya. Cook stones - until the end of the world it is brewed. Until the end of the world cry uterus. Already come into the house a man. The very long, bony, with a cane, bag, from which herbs stick. I piercing eyes: - Good evening. blake lively glamour Start up the warm up. - Grace, a good man. Only buy you nothing. - And what about the boiler varish? - It's blake lively glamour nice to children sprinkle until tomorrow - and lifted the lid of the boiler. - Th-then what is? - Stones. Husband in the army - maybe killed. Asked a neighbor what - not given. That are left on this earth is a poor man pebbles. - What is it?! Children are not given?! Just children?! - None given. - W-well, - said the stranger. - Take the pot. Come on. Came to put them on. The man put the pot, looked back near the house Ignat worth. Monitors. And what are they doing there? What brought the boiler? A stranger who was the great magician. Only cast him in life was given a thousand times and still have a few times. I did it so his magic is not achieved. As still going and after. "But blake lively glamour here - think - able to manage." He took a handful of pebbles from the boiler and with a whistle, as a body, down to arable land. Another, and another, and another. - What are you - complained blake lively glamour to Mary. - Yes corral thin, and you're still stones that gathered, podsevaem. - Shut up, - he said. - See what happens. - For her - said Ignat. - I, too, kids. All children. Husband in the war. Um, I, too, war is a terrible blake lively glamour thing. Unfamiliar rashes and rashes. The whole paddock planted stones. Placer. Escape nowhere. Mary was crying. Ignat laughs. Booth at the fair, and just. - Look, a woman - said the stranger. She looked - and could not believe my eyes: the stones grow. Won