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I walked the forest ...
The weather today is not so hot - rain, seedling with gloomy clouds, driven by north-west wind, once again on the rally from the sky brings luster to the foliage. And next day, apparently, does not bode better. But if you want - you do not want, and six forest blocks have to work around: Ladder to accept the morning coolness, no mosquitoes and rest after work. So - go ahead!
Roads have at the junction of Ivanovo and Kostroma regions not by definition - there is direction. It is for the most part and it is necessary to move me - forest protection inspector.
18 ph and little letters
That's got. Health, buddy! The answer I was measuring the rustling tops of birches but dull "pom-pom" raindrops on the high growth of grass.
My partner - Sonya always comes back, covering the rear. Her credo at work: "And if the boar ?!»)))
My irreplaceable pomoschnik- compass. Wood likes to joke - so krutanёt passed dozens of times on the trail. Then I remember, and you wonder, "How am I here nabludyachil?»
My favorite - "Saiga". Since it is always like something fun.
This kind of pore of the dam. Syroezhki- Volzanka. I do not take them - too lazy to clean, and if a lot of swearing zhenschina bring: "You do not love me!»
This is a mushroom like! Chanterelles! And the net of life and troubles -otvaril little bit and stroke in the pan! With potatoes! Uk! Language swallow ...
Bucket filled. Spices take small - and not interfere (rubber hanging on a belt), and does not take up arms.
But I Halt! I had covered the four quarters, checked poles, frame and as a fire plow lesson fulfilled - until all of the case, the procedure. Although worn out manenko ...
And all around - beautiful!
Sonia lay and vigilantly accompanies a couple of snakes -medyanok. Gatehouse, suchina!
That seemed to edge. Four hours, nine kilometers through thickets - is the norm!
Traces of unseen beasts! ATVs pass. Where are they here?
Here's greetings from "riders". Devour, for a clear "concepts" do not allow!
Well, I do not "scrap", climb, and throw in a container on lesouchastka - tea not bear arms ...
Although there is always the desire to shove it into his bosom asshole. Uzho fall!
That's the "bugs" I have waited.))).
ABOUT! last zveroboychiku srezhu. Gulls with him and currant leaves after the bath-house - the most it!
Well, proschevay Forest! Come tomorrow!
That's right, break pliz.
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Roads have at the junction of Ivanovo and Kostroma regions not by definition - there is direction. It is for the most part and it is necessary to move me - forest protection inspector.
18 ph and little letters
That's got. Health, buddy! The answer I was measuring the rustling tops of birches but dull "pom-pom" raindrops on the high growth of grass.
My partner - Sonya always comes back, covering the rear. Her credo at work: "And if the boar ?!»)))
My irreplaceable pomoschnik- compass. Wood likes to joke - so krutanёt passed dozens of times on the trail. Then I remember, and you wonder, "How am I here nabludyachil?»
My favorite - "Saiga". Since it is always like something fun.
This kind of pore of the dam. Syroezhki- Volzanka. I do not take them - too lazy to clean, and if a lot of swearing zhenschina bring: "You do not love me!»
This is a mushroom like! Chanterelles! And the net of life and troubles -otvaril little bit and stroke in the pan! With potatoes! Uk! Language swallow ...
Bucket filled. Spices take small - and not interfere (rubber hanging on a belt), and does not take up arms.
But I Halt! I had covered the four quarters, checked poles, frame and as a fire plow lesson fulfilled - until all of the case, the procedure. Although worn out manenko ...
And all around - beautiful!
Sonia lay and vigilantly accompanies a couple of snakes -medyanok. Gatehouse, suchina!
That seemed to edge. Four hours, nine kilometers through thickets - is the norm!
Traces of unseen beasts! ATVs pass. Where are they here?
Here's greetings from "riders". Devour, for a clear "concepts" do not allow!
Well, I do not "scrap", climb, and throw in a container on lesouchastka - tea not bear arms ...
Although there is always the desire to shove it into his bosom asshole. Uzho fall!
That's the "bugs" I have waited.))).
ABOUT! last zveroboychiku srezhu. Gulls with him and currant leaves after the bath-house - the most it!
Well, proschevay Forest! Come tomorrow!
That's right, break pliz.
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