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Rice bun
In dogonku topic Der dumplings another, now "Far East," a fairy tale by the same author)))
12 drawings
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Fuji Wonderful in any weather.
At the foot of a fast running stream.
Living near a stream Old Couple.
The days pass quickly, is long gone, and love.
Only in the stomach rumbling with hunger as before.
Look for white grains on a black ground elderly.
As the morning fog in the valley, swirling over the rice steam.
The old woman perfection of form.
Old man smiling with his hands in warm sake.
Saucy wind tore the mountains with a pole paper carp.
Runs on the fate of rice bun.
Get wet from the tears of the old man's sleeve - drank sake without snacks.
Fallen rock could stop the flow of the stream.
The first counter turned foe.
Unkind glances eyes and ears hung.
Petal plum fell into the mud.
But before it fell a squint.
He does not see, not hear, not breathing already.
A gray shadow separated from the wet stones.
Sharp teeth are perfect.
But there is no desire to admire their beauty.
Beautiful castle of the emperor.
But there it crumbling support.
Jade rod is broken - and everything collapses.
The elements are not afraid of the majestic mountain.
Firmament it is not afraid to become.
And circles obegat - tired.
Do not reinsert fallen teeth.
Do not re-assemble the collapsed rock.
And what stood in the way?
Where is powerless to the powerful yang solid,
There movable soft yin find his way.
It is not necessary to believe friendly fox speeches, but alas ...
As a fishing hook in delicate sushi,
How to rake in a dark room,
So it is hidden under the guise of a fierce ninja geisha.
Who then believe?
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12 drawings
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Fuji Wonderful in any weather.
At the foot of a fast running stream.
Living near a stream Old Couple.
The days pass quickly, is long gone, and love.
Only in the stomach rumbling with hunger as before.
Look for white grains on a black ground elderly.
As the morning fog in the valley, swirling over the rice steam.
The old woman perfection of form.
Old man smiling with his hands in warm sake.
Saucy wind tore the mountains with a pole paper carp.
Runs on the fate of rice bun.
Get wet from the tears of the old man's sleeve - drank sake without snacks.
Fallen rock could stop the flow of the stream.
The first counter turned foe.
Unkind glances eyes and ears hung.
Petal plum fell into the mud.
But before it fell a squint.
He does not see, not hear, not breathing already.
A gray shadow separated from the wet stones.
Sharp teeth are perfect.
But there is no desire to admire their beauty.
Beautiful castle of the emperor.
But there it crumbling support.
Jade rod is broken - and everything collapses.
The elements are not afraid of the majestic mountain.
Firmament it is not afraid to become.
And circles obegat - tired.
Do not reinsert fallen teeth.
Do not re-assemble the collapsed rock.
And what stood in the way?
Where is powerless to the powerful yang solid,
There movable soft yin find his way.
It is not necessary to believe friendly fox speeches, but alas ...
As a fishing hook in delicate sushi,
How to rake in a dark room,
So it is hidden under the guise of a fierce ninja geisha.
Who then believe?
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