warm days of the February
Me back the joy of life. Joy of Friday evening, the joy of climbing, the joy of the world. Heat in Russia in early April. In the three warm day was smell of fresh grass, dandelions hatch. Ducks and swans as muzzy splashing in the clear pure Force. I envy them. From the heat felt good, like a child. And feelings are the same. Today passed the exam on 30 points, very happy yesterday sweat out a huge amount of material for sketchbuka, afraid of caustic remarks teacher.
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