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Winter snegotvorchestvo
I remember the small was, in the early winter of snow blinded a woman is not any, and a man, a gun. Everything is as it should be: the wheel, six-inch tapered barrel caliber, a small parapet around the perimeter. Muzzle looked straight into our kitchen window.
In the first thaw wheels turned into lumps vague and barrel "lay." The design lay until spring. I was still proud of that passers-approval mother. And then it turned out that a rare craftsman under the windows blinds polutorametrovy hell for the whole winter.
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