I you also. I will describe to the mom, such as you good. Probably, it will meet us before the sky in the doors with the jug of water and with the entire heap of grechishnykh flat cakes, goryachen'kikh and browned, we with the bean so them loved! But it takes a long time to still await, until we do die?
Ne I know probably nedolgo. it without being torn off it looked at the north, where on the very edge of the blue of the firmament seemed three dark points. They became all more with each second and increasingly nearer and soon they became three large brown birds, which slowly circled above head of travellers and sat on the cliff scarcely higher them these were buzzards, the predators of western plains, their appearance betokened death.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
angry pronounced children
Ty me ushib! angry pronounced children's golosok. Pravda? guilty it answered putnik. Prosti, is accidental. On untied Charles; in it proved to be the pretty girl of years of five, in elegant tufel'kakh, well dressed pink plat'itse and linen apron; all this attested to the fact that the thoughtful mother dressed it. Face of girl turned pale and grew thin, but, judging by the strong legs and the knobs, to it it was necessary to endure less deprivations than to its satellite.to Tebe of bol'no? it began to worry, looking, as girl, after neglecting fingers into the jumbled golden ringlets of hair, rubs back of the head. Potseluy, and everything will pass, she importantly said, substituting to it the hurt place. Tak always makes mom. But where my mom? Ona is shrewd. I think, you will soon see it.but Ushla? it did ask again devochka. as this she did not say "to svidan'ya"? It did always say goodbye, even when it did depart to the aunt to drink tea, but now it does not exist entire three days to terribly drink it does be desirable, truth? No whether here water or anything to eat up?tyuere is no Nichego here, expensive. Suffer a little, and everything will be good. Place here head, they will become better. It is not easy to speak, when lip dry as paper, but already better than to you I say everything, as there is. What this in you? Smotri, such as beautiful! What of chudesnye! girl enthusiastically said, after raising two bright pieces of slyudy. when we return home, I will present to their brother to bean.
Skoro you will see many things where more beautiful these, solidly answered its satellite... you only a little suffer. This is what I wanted to say to you: you do remember, as we did leave from the river?
to Pomnyu.you Ponimayesh', we thought that soon let us arrive at another river. I do not know that us it brought compass whether, map or that other, only we were brought down from the road. Water our entire left, we took care drop for you, kiddies, and... and...of I to you something was umyt'sya? girl smashed by serious tone, looking into its sad face. Da, and to drink there was something. Well here, first died mister bender, then the Indian Of pit, and after it missis poppyGregor, Dzhonni Of khouns and finally your mom. Mama also of umerla! exclaimed girl and, after burying face into perednichek, sourly it began to cry.
Da, malyshka, all died, except us with you. Then I decided to look, is there no water in this side, it loaded you on the arms, and we moved further. But it here proved to be still worse. And to us now and completely not on what to hope.it Znachit, we also umrem? asked girl, after raising face flooded by tears. Da, apparently, matter to that go.however, Chto you to me earlier not skazal? it were gladdened ona. thus frightened! But when we will die, we will go to the mom!
Skoro you will see many things where more beautiful these, solidly answered its satellite... you only a little suffer. This is what I wanted to say to you: you do remember, as we did leave from the river?
to Pomnyu.you Ponimayesh', we thought that soon let us arrive at another river. I do not know that us it brought compass whether, map or that other, only we were brought down from the road. Water our entire left, we took care drop for you, kiddies, and... and...of I to you something was umyt'sya? girl smashed by serious tone, looking into its sad face. Da, and to drink there was something. Well here, first died mister bender, then the Indian Of pit, and after it missis poppyGregor, Dzhonni Of khouns and finally your mom. Mama also of umerla! exclaimed girl and, after burying face into perednichek, sourly it began to cry.
Da, malyshka, all died, except us with you. Then I decided to look, is there no water in this side, it loaded you on the arms, and we moved further. But it here proved to be still worse. And to us now and completely not on what to hope.it Znachit, we also umrem? asked girl, after raising face flooded by tears. Da, apparently, matter to that go.however, Chto you to me earlier not skazal? it were gladdened ona. thus frightened! But when we will die, we will go to the mom!
ya of May of 187
ya of May of 187 all this saw before himself lonely traveller. According to the form he could descend after spirit or for the demon of those places. At first glance difficult there were to determine, how much to him years hearth forty or hearth sixty. Yellow parchment tightly covered the bones of its thin, emaciated face, in the long dark hair and the beard strong greyish hair silvered, the begun to fall eyes burnt with unnatural luster, and the hand, which compressed gun, resembled the brush of skeleton. In order to keep balance on the feet, for it it was necessary to rest on the gun, although, judging by the high increase and the powerful addition, it had to possess strong, hardy organism; however, its sharpened face and clothing, in bag visevshaya on its dried up tele-, clearly spoke, why it appears by feeble old man. It died it died from the hunger and the thirst.
Napryagaya last forces, it went down into the hollow, then overcame lift in the vain hope of finding here, in the plain, although the drop of moisture, it saw persi with itself only salt desert and the chain of unapproachable mountains far. And nowhere either tree or bush nor sign of water! In this boundless space for it not there it was not flash of hope. By the wild, lost view it looked to the north, then to the east and West and understood that to its wanderings arrived the end, here, on the naked cliff, for it it is necessary to meet its death. "not all whether is equal, here or on the downy bed of years through twenty pyat'", it muttered, being going to sit down into the shadow near the large boulder.
No before to be sit, it assumed to the earth unnecessary now gun and large knot, tied by gray shawl, which it bore, after throwing across the right arm. Knot was, obviously, it is too heavy for it, after going down from the arm, it did not hold it in the hands and almost it dropped to the earth. Sorrowful cry immediately was heard and from the gray the Charles were put out the first small frightened face with the bright hazel eyes, then two dirty chubby fists.
Napryagaya last forces, it went down into the hollow, then overcame lift in the vain hope of finding here, in the plain, although the drop of moisture, it saw persi with itself only salt desert and the chain of unapproachable mountains far. And nowhere either tree or bush nor sign of water! In this boundless space for it not there it was not flash of hope. By the wild, lost view it looked to the north, then to the east and West and understood that to its wanderings arrived the end, here, on the naked cliff, for it it is necessary to meet its death. "not all whether is equal, here or on the downy bed of years through twenty pyat'", it muttered, being going to sit down into the shadow near the large boulder.
No before to be sit, it assumed to the earth unnecessary now gun and large knot, tied by gray shawl, which it bore, after throwing across the right arm. Knot was, obviously, it is too heavy for it, after going down from the arm, it did not hold it in the hands and almost it dropped to the earth. Sorrowful cry immediately was heard and from the gray the Charles were put out the first small frightened face with the bright hazel eyes, then two dirty chubby fists.
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