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Yesterday was formed blank day , I suspect that after so candid writings will break ....... but I did not sit with folded hands , worked on another computer, and when - something I will give you mine, so to speak creation ... but for now ... here is what is here , as there are a work in progress ......
And today, I will continue the story of the village Semyonovka , and our stay in it ....... Well, you remember , perhaps, that I and my classmate were sent , as well as all the then students to fight for harvest in 1980 ... ...
We lived , as you already know on the veranda at the hostess who did not stick to us , for it is a big thank you ........
We slept on cots , tea kettle cooked in the evenings , and all we had veri gud .... case with the guest of Good bees quickly forgotten ...... we worked very hard and the rest of the body, since we were so were brought up and led us to the perplexing fact that we came to help local collective farmers and their crop we have not seen at all, only occasionally wander what the poor fellow, and then , apparently, confusing trajectory , going to the store for the next portion of fuel. ...... besides , in the evenings in the village were heard clapping ...... my question to the local Aborigines what it is ..... he is so unpretentious mumbled supposedly shot ...... shot .. how ? Who? ...... fell following questions ...... so , we've got every day shoot , and we did , soon got used to the unusual sounds sim ......... this was a native thus the driver who so valiantly gave us a ride when we came here for the first time , but no, not with the milk truck , and a trestle village chairman ...... count, nearly relatives ...... and you already probably ochuchaete that my speech again spread over a number of stories , but I can not be shortened , because it will not clear ..... so , we proceed to the next series ........ for the symposium , otklanivayus , until tomorrow .....
Yesterday was formed blank day , I suspect that after so candid writings will break ....... but I did not sit with folded hands , worked on another computer, and when - something I will give you mine, so to speak creation ... but for now ... here is what is here , as there are a work in progress ......
And today, I will continue the story of the village Semyonovka , and our stay in it ....... Well, you remember , perhaps, that I and my classmate were sent , as well as all the then students to fight for harvest in 1980 ... ...
We lived , as you already know on the veranda at the hostess who did not stick to us , for it is a big thank you ........
We slept on cots , tea kettle cooked in the evenings , and all we had veri gud .... case with the guest of Good bees quickly forgotten ...... we worked very hard and the rest of the body, since we were so were brought up and led us to the perplexing fact that we came to help local collective farmers and their crop we have not seen at all, only occasionally wander what the poor fellow, and then , apparently, confusing trajectory , going to the store for the next portion of fuel. ...... besides , in the evenings in the village were heard clapping ...... my question to the local Aborigines what it is ..... he is so unpretentious mumbled supposedly shot ...... shot .. how ? Who? ...... fell following questions ...... so , we've got every day shoot , and we did , soon got used to the unusual sounds sim ......... this was a native thus the driver who so valiantly gave us a ride when we came here for the first time , but no, not with the milk truck , and a trestle village chairman ...... count, nearly relatives ...... and you already probably ochuchaete that my speech again spread over a number of stories , but I can not be shortened , because it will not clear ..... so , we proceed to the next series ........ for the symposium , otklanivayus , until tomorrow .....
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