Saturday, May 17, 2008

.. Who Can Object - I Ask... And There,

.. Who can object - I ask... And there, in industrially developed economy to you please: for simplification of a life - fruit and other products, and so far as strong positions have won MICROWAVE CASES, here to you " ", i.e. The ready dishes keeping the qualities about eighteen months. And salons for lonely (and them, lonely, many millions) represent all new and new samples of the goods capable to a minimum to reduce all household problems, on which oppression at us the most part moral and physical strengths leaves. Whether thin local or to single mothers? And here it is informed that the certain dissolved lady (the husband did not cause in her at meetings ) here searches ten years for the man, capable to cause in it heat of feelings. It has touched already forty fellow travellers, but all its efforts while have appeared vain. It is represented that this the lady vainly finding so desired for it a comfortable condition, leads nevertheless more sanguineous life, than any our dray horse hammered by unsuccessful lawful home life, is guilty, the full woman.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

.. From The Very First Day It Was Not

.. From the very first day it was not similar to other babies - neither red, nor wrinkled its face was not, all were surprised and ran on it to look, when them collected on a wheelchair, - and sleeping, and wrinkled, - my son lay among them with the person of the serious person, looked full eyes in a window, did not wrinkle a forehead and a nouse, and thought of how this unknown piece under the name the Life all the same is fine... In four months we with it a duet have started singing "After heavens are spacious", a lullaby serving to it, by six months it blew on "spider" on a ceiling, played a pipe and simply whistled, in seven-eight months learnt a bulb, a floor lamp, a case, a bed, all toys, by ten months distinguished on cards of a kangaroo, doggies, and other living creatures and when it is equal in ten months we have come on reception to the neuropathologist and he from a threshold has pointed a finger at a portrait behind the back of the doctor and has told: "About! About!" - she has whispered: "He that, learns it?!" - and nearly has not lost a speech power.