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I saw it when you showed high right at the top of the stairs, to the palm, that palm that municipal government is not without pride vkopava every spring and every autumn dig the casino with the naive intention to impress the tourists, that is something Burgas as a Mediterranean city. Carella Alechkovich stopped there, from that moment weekend a la carte it left the space of my imagination and come into my field of vision as a real image. Started fussing, could not be less posueti - m wonderful morning tranquility she wanted to see the sea with his distant, while the terrace weekend a la carte of the casino, where last night was danced with me. The depth of the landscape - I mean from the beach and cabins for undressing - watched scurried weekend a la carte up the stairs and shivering flesh straight to popikavah with fear, I was approached biologically torpedo in silk dress and I seventeen and a half years, breathless from their frivolous weekend a la carte action last night to invite her on a journey. There was still time for escape, for her it was about to descend the hundred weekend a la carte steps to go through several stone sites still have enough seconds to save. But instead of taking this decisive, and why not a heroic step, I continued to bulge on the sand. It was clear that this game is impossible to play with his mind, pushing me toward her early youth longings, blackhead, vague ambitions to prove something to himself weekend a la carte and others; who knows what 'tis - running to the female ideal, or anything else; and just thinking that some authors would have attributed to tick on for ever, I went mad with joy.
The whole night I had not slept, I tell you, I could not sleep until dawn. Do you feel how hurry, do it with excitement, excited even now, when I write do, in the twenty-seventh of February one thousand eight hundred ten and five, forty-seven years after the event May that so much has come from the September night of nineteen '38, weekend a la carte when I was sitting with three other sea urchins in the casino, wine and cheese. Then we talked about girls and Dostoevsky - lying and girls, and Dostoevsky - high school students usually gusting in from the complexes both for women and for Dostoevsky; pick brothers Karamazov, and we only read "Crime and Punishment" ...
At the bottom of the terrace owner unite and put three tables. Customers proved eight women and two men. As the measure so much free ladies in the restaurant, we thought that the air is compressed, weekend a la carte it felt all males in the restaurant, opened opportunities for dancing fervor vague hopes, even the lamps shone brighter, the orchestra began to play more boldly, leading tool accordion, enlarge, something important was born and emerged on the tables, this time it did not come from the garden, and not from the sea, nor nostalgic summer sky, it was born within us, it make the joints of our intuition crack. The next moment jumped up, rushed to the group not gave the visitors a chance to order dinner.
Women did not hesitate especially; and we were insolent, but they abandoned the Cavaliers their tactless; pulling them to the floor plasma summer weekend a la carte night and rumba. I could not see who in my arms, full of fog, it turned out half a head lower than me, her hair e
Recent posts PRESS INVENTION Valeri Petrov - OLD SONG LYRICS ... BURGAZKI weekend a la carte Millionaire weekend a la carte - 1942, the newspaper "Burgazki Farrell." May evening - 1942, the newspaper weekend a la carte "Burgazki weekend a la carte Farrell." EAST WIND - 1942, the newspaper "Burgazki weekend a la carte Farrell." Archives January 2014 December 2013 July 2013 June 2013 April 2013 March 2013 February 2013 January 2013 December 2012 November 2012 October 2012 September 2012 August 2012 July 2012 June 2012 May 2012 April 2012 March 2012 February 2012 September 2011 Categories Bulgarian literature (247) BORIS APRILOV ( 69) Critics (3) BORIS APRILOV (75) Dinda (3) Gold dust lashes (2) Laura Vassileva (2) Maya Gorcheva (2) Novella (29) OVARKIL (22) python Liska (4) novella (29) ghost Liska (4) ADVENTURES OF Liska (44) travelogue (19) Roma (35) Radiodramatizatsiya (28) Radioteatar (13) BLUE FLAMINGO (2) MEMORY (13) Collection of Critical Essays (2) Collection of stories (26) Cyclades (19 ) good critic (4) critic (4) Maya Gorcheva (3) stories (34) scenarios (47) humorous stories (28) radiotheatre (36) Biographies (7) holes Liska (1) puppet play (27) Plays (57) Peter Neznakomov - Petzata (2) BLUE FLAMINGO (4) Satirical Theatre (21) Memories of colleagues (5) hornet Satirical Theatre (20) Totalitarianism (24) autobiography weekend a la carte (9) library Hornet (20), colleagues (21) puppet plays (41 ) multfilm (37) Friends (39) Essay (10) scenario multfilm (22) Humor (45) OVERKILL (21) Uncategorized (3) Woman_Being thinks ... (11) Meta Register Log in Entries RSS Comments RSS for WordPress.com
I saw it when you showed high right at the top of the stairs, to the palm, that palm that municipal government is not without pride vkopava every spring and every autumn dig the casino with the naive intention to impress the tourists, that is something Burgas as a Mediterranean city. Carella Alechkovich stopped there, from that moment weekend a la carte it left the space of my imagination and come into my field of vision as a real image. Started fussing, could not be less posueti - m wonderful morning tranquility she wanted to see the sea with his distant, while the terrace weekend a la carte of the casino, where last night was danced with me. The depth of the landscape - I mean from the beach and cabins for undressing - watched scurried weekend a la carte up the stairs and shivering flesh straight to popikavah with fear, I was approached biologically torpedo in silk dress and I seventeen and a half years, breathless from their frivolous weekend a la carte action last night to invite her on a journey. There was still time for escape, for her it was about to descend the hundred weekend a la carte steps to go through several stone sites still have enough seconds to save. But instead of taking this decisive, and why not a heroic step, I continued to bulge on the sand. It was clear that this game is impossible to play with his mind, pushing me toward her early youth longings, blackhead, vague ambitions to prove something to himself weekend a la carte and others; who knows what 'tis - running to the female ideal, or anything else; and just thinking that some authors would have attributed to tick on for ever, I went mad with joy.
The whole night I had not slept, I tell you, I could not sleep until dawn. Do you feel how hurry, do it with excitement, excited even now, when I write do, in the twenty-seventh of February one thousand eight hundred ten and five, forty-seven years after the event May that so much has come from the September night of nineteen '38, weekend a la carte when I was sitting with three other sea urchins in the casino, wine and cheese. Then we talked about girls and Dostoevsky - lying and girls, and Dostoevsky - high school students usually gusting in from the complexes both for women and for Dostoevsky; pick brothers Karamazov, and we only read "Crime and Punishment" ...
At the bottom of the terrace owner unite and put three tables. Customers proved eight women and two men. As the measure so much free ladies in the restaurant, we thought that the air is compressed, weekend a la carte it felt all males in the restaurant, opened opportunities for dancing fervor vague hopes, even the lamps shone brighter, the orchestra began to play more boldly, leading tool accordion, enlarge, something important was born and emerged on the tables, this time it did not come from the garden, and not from the sea, nor nostalgic summer sky, it was born within us, it make the joints of our intuition crack. The next moment jumped up, rushed to the group not gave the visitors a chance to order dinner.
Women did not hesitate especially; and we were insolent, but they abandoned the Cavaliers their tactless; pulling them to the floor plasma summer weekend a la carte night and rumba. I could not see who in my arms, full of fog, it turned out half a head lower than me, her hair e
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