Propped somehow Octavia riot policeman in the parking lot near the house tiny Chery QQ, plastered bukvochki "Y" and the front and rear. Puffed, left. The next day
same here. A little man, though much large and seemingly wildly terrifying, but small does not offend. Thought. Took a fiery red sticker, inscribed angry "bad" stuck on windshield. Worked! Cherikov moved. Beret soldier bumazhentsiyu friendly green writes boldly "well done", sculpts and joyful sails away.
And chatted for a while.
And of days in ten machines stumble so much that he has just had to prop the baby. Well, I guess it does not matter. All the same, I will go ahead. Not a bit of it. It turns out he was in the morning, and no longer in place crumbs. A windshield sticker glued him. Without the text. But sky-blue color.
Mono and without words to convey meaning. The language of flowers, Elah, burns.