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[GirazTaw]

Hello! My christen is Sergei. On the superiority of a juniper grove Autumn, the red mare, walks peaceably Dropping leaves from its mane on the ground. And the clang of its hoofs is heard In the mizzle cloud up of the river banks Where no wind goes round. But the wanderer, it raises the foliage On the roads and rustles it, Contemporary on foot particle aside bit. And it kisses the wounds of the Christ On the mountain ash tree That are vehement scarlet Возможность просмотра ссылок, после регестрации!