JUNE 22, then-daring the sun in the blue and fall asleep for a long time for the field is not scared. Day looked climax in the mouth. World measured blindly wove rope: men have forgotten about the trenches mud hut in the world Take a look through the carved ligature, Niwa good to endure the cost, Baba will give birth to bastard palms, rivers full of water and pure heaven beckons Depth ulterior motive … The girls dance in the evening are, Oposlya for them boys teeth beaten. Chickens in the dark balls wear out, roosters have always ask. In the league Youth was over prom … Just another day and did not come.
I remember the smell of long echo his coat and sword belt of his father. Spring song rang out – so life begins at the end. But for years under the hand of Frozen was at war. Born children and grandsons in uniform and medals. As the shots, the sounds of the march, under the single burst pipes. Minted farce to life without a sudbby thresholds. Memorable May evening and an old gramophone. He did not drink, who dropped out even, I drank even, giving them a nod. Although bright sky shone from Gary was clear horizon – on the nose, pulling the blankets at night we went to the front. Grimace FEAT night as the last tram came to a broom on wet wounded animal, cutting into the earth and back comb horn moon was dancing in the mist.