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And after the import, the boys were sent to work on a sugar cane plantation. They worked from dawn to dusk. And when the days free from field work came, they turned the millstones, grinding the grain.
And they beat the boys all the time. Some died from overwork and beatings.
Jim, of course, now had steely health, and was very obedient. But still he was constantly beaten. Even the overseers liked to beat the submissive boy, and they really wanted him to scream.
But Jim endured, he was like a somnambulist and for him there was no pain.
And the years flew by u
So the idea was born to sell Jim Hawkins to the harem of some Arab ruler. A handsome, fair-haired, muscular boy, and even eternal! Here is the lover!
And he was loaded on a ship and sent from Jamaica to the Middle East, or at least to Algeria. But along the way, a team of pirate girls attacked on the brigantine. They seemed to be from another world. They also did not age, and their brigantine developed tremendous speed in swimming. And no one could catch up with them and sink them.
And the girls killed all the prisoners. And the handsome boy was kept for fun. So they tickle Jim and bare heels and under the arms. And this is both fu
When a child is tickled like this, there is a mixture of gaiety and suffering in him. And the ostrich feathers pass, and Jim's bare sole feels a mixture of bliss and a
The boy, the former cabin boy, sang in despair;
Seas, oceans, large expanses -
We plowed them under the tricolor flag!
The fighters conquered the prushing mountains,
The eagles resounded with a roar of victory!
The planet recognized the Russian warriors,
Swords, bayonets hit the enemies!
We were able to throw off the yoke of fascism from half the world,
Finished the tread with a victory in Berlin!
The Nazis pi
They threaten to destroy all Russian fields!
But the damned freaks are threshed hard,
To live happily for our children without a yoke!
We are the children of the Fatherland, which is above all in the world,
They were born, kneading kumach with their bare feet!
The Almighty interceded for us in battle,
And God brought May to blossoming in joy!
There is no share of a fighter, and a loftier heart,
What gives a dream, and a new birth!
Open the glorious door to immortality,
But if you are sitting in an ambush, be quiet!
There are wolves and sheep, but you are the shepherds of the universe,
And the share you have to convey to the descendants of the order!
To conduct business, until the end of creation,
So that the eternal fire in your heart of love does not go out!
Who knows where the enemy's bullet will stop the soldier,
But still, in battle, death is better than rotten diseases!
And if he died, then your friend will crush the adversary,
She won't endure it, because barefoot girls are being driven into captivity!
O Russian fate, war and fire after war,
Who wants to rest, there is no place for those, know in paradise!
Here infernal Sam entered into an agreement with Satan,
To threaten: I will bring down the atom and break the hail!
But against missiles, there will also be protection,
And a nuclear bomb will not bang Moscow ...
We can get the parasite on the tanks,
And boring songs about the fallen drive me into depression!
Selling for a pe
After all, each of us is a great warrior!
Do not believe that God has already placed us in the role,