Jeka

Тогда бы лучше Дарьяной назвали.

Ты тоже классная! А Гадьке нада вот такой:

Я тожа.

Papa А я и не говорю, что ты чешешь!

А кде фсе?

Papa Но это же не повод опять всех "под одну гребенку чесать"?

Карашо! "Я надену все лучшее срааазуу..." (с)

Еще немного, еще чуть-чуть.... Скоро буду дышать воздухом Питера.... "Как я рааад, как я рааад, что поеду в Ленинграаад!" (с)

Sting - Shape of my Heart He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn’t play for the money he wins He doesn’t play for the respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that’s not the shape of my heart He may play the jack of diamonds He may lay the queen of spades He may conceal a king in his hand While the memory of it fades I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that’s not the shape of my heart That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart And if I told you that I loved you You’d maybe think there’s something wrong I’m not a man of too many faces The mask I wear is one Those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost Like those who curse their luck in too many places And those who smile are lost I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that’s not the shape of my heart That’s not the shape of my heart

Да?

ДурДума...

хы хы хыыы

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