|omitkina ||Дата: Четверг, 07.04.2016, 10:29 | Сообщение # 1|
|In an abandoned farmstead.|
Today I become a witch decided
The dress is embroidered with beads all new
And he wove a crown of bright leaves.
And I went to a dry stump as to the throne.
Twigs touched the trees, and the nature of the local woke up.
He told me the oak of the past century,
About farmstead near, man,
What is lived here and planted alleys,
According to him the young ladies went, like a fairy,
How then drove carriages with horses,
And the chain bear sitting in the pit,
Divorce is two trout pond.
I froze in anticipation of a miracle ...