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Image sizes: 256x256, 48x48, 32x32, 24x24, 16x16 File formats: BMP, GIF, PNG, ICO ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Tags: vannesa hudgens images, icons world of, images of little red riding hood, the phoo images, red arrows images- ! Move! I to you will not disturb, and you to me too. That can be More reasonably?And it in the answer always same: "I can write only houses". The house - not a soul is good, and in a refrigerator a sphere drive! And he somehow has told about my house: - Unless it is possible to write in a museum? Now here I also find out, it is possible or not? I just in this museum write. Yes, the truth, I write. I, the old Rabo Karabekjan which have come to grief in The fine arts, now I try forces in the literature. But, as true The child of Great depression, I do not risk, I am strong was insolent for the place of the attendant Museum. That has inspired me, in my years, to change craft, yes so Abruptly? Cherchez la femme! Without the invitation - in any way I will not recollect, that I invited her, - at me The young has lodged vigorous, self-assured, sensual and rather still The person! Says what to see not in a status as I for days on end dangle without Affairs, it is necessary to be engaged though in something. Everything. If anything Better to a head does not come, why to me not to write the autobiography? And the truth why also is not present? This woman such imperious! Catching of that I do everything as she considers it necessary. Dead Edit For twenty years of a matrimony so never also has not thought, than to occupy me. In Armies I met colonels and the generals similar to this woman, so Suddenly entered into my life, but they after all were men, and besides in the war. Who to me this woman? The friend? And lines it will disassemble! I know only that anywhere It from here will not get to, while it will not want to her, and at me directly knee tendons With fear shiver, as it I will see. Help! Her name is Tsirtseja Berman. x x x It the widow. Her husband was the neurosurgeon in Baltimore, and there at it is Own house, same huge and empty, as mine. It, its husband, has died ![]()
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