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A politician whom a woman is able to drive under the heel with her bare foot, stupid boots!
Love bare female legs, but don't be a felt boot!
How ugly the bare legs of women are, it's disgusting to let them drive you under the heel!
Admire the girls' bare feet, but don't let them put you on like a felt boot!
Women's bare legs will make a full boots out of a politician who is accustomed to shoeing voters!
A woman, having thrown off her shoes, is able to put on her knees not only a felt boot!
A blow from a woman is stronger when she takes it off, kicking off her shoes!
A politician is a round felt boot if he is driven under the heel by the bare feet of women!
There is such strength in the bare feet of the girls that she will drive the most seasoned boot under the heel and thoroughly put on the most inveterate felt boots!
This is how Gulliver made winged sayings.
The girl squeaked:
- Lovely! Your sayings are just super and hyper !
Then she stamped her bare, chiselled foot.
Orcs elsewhere were deep in thought. Captured boy and girl do not give information!
And at the same time, even the sticks were powerless. And toasting bare heels did not loosen their tongues.
And what to do? Orcs are not very creative in torture. Well, maybe try to shake on the rack?
So the orcs resorted to this remedy. They took the boy and twisted his hands and raised him on the rack higher. The boy moaned and wheezed. Then he was released, and the boy collapsed down. And at the very surface, the rope stretched and the child screamed from hellish pain.
And the orcs laugh like pigs grunt.
Here is the company...
Gulliver sang in despair;
My homeland, darkness of the universe,
An ax of hellish forces hovered over you!
He suddenly became omnipotent - terrible Satan,
Stretched out his hand over the whole universe!
We have no Earth, only one Tartarus -
Gloom blazes with burning, vile darkness!
I thought just a jester - shouted nonsense,
And now the whole world is under his heel!
But the life of the Fatherland, you ca
Let's win, hordes and crowds!
After all, he is a mighty elves bear,
The Fuhrer's head - he says, I'll take it down!
How hard it is for us if the enemy is powerful,
If he has a move in reserve...
A vampire roars under the moon from the clouds,
He wants to put us under the saw at the expense!
The spirit of elves is such, no chains to be found,
Rigidity and love all in one soul!
Better not fight - you will be the targets,
And with your beloved paradise even in a hut!
The future of the world is every demiurge,
Can you sculpt happiness for ages
But a bandit came, even very cool,
And now the dream burns like pitch!
But there is hope, it has great meaning,
That the Lord will come - to judge the Fuhrer!
You are very light - a human thought,
Although sometimes thin, strands of silk thread!
There will be a new world where everyone is free
Where any of us is a mountain man!
And the time of change is coming,
Drive out of my veins, you are the instinct of a thief!
. CHAPTER #2
Gulliver sang so interestingly. This boy is not destined to become an adult. But who showed that it"s not bad to be a child. Even if your bare feet step on sharp pebbles, it doesn"t hurt you, but rather even tickles.
The girl giggled and chirped:
- And you are good, and a very cool boy! How good it must be to be a child!
Gulliver sang with a joyful smile:
Tell
your dreams,
Share your dreams with me...
Be yourself
And open
In childhood, the door - to memories ...
Want
I will take you to the gardens
Where cherry blossoms
And your words will not be superfluous there,
You see -
We have grown up
And forgot the places where
The willows are stroking us with their braids...
Do you remember - you wanted to go to space?
And everyone wished to become captains ...
All this is in us -
early summer, parks,
Balls, cotton candy -
Brother's birthday...
Happiness yard neighbor Anton -
All day at the lake, at nine - at home ...
Who stole my time?
And around - everything turned gray suddenly ...
Where did the breeze go
Sea sand,
Veranda with grapes and that
Kiss with a hail of emotions -
I need to return!
I want to stay
Where there are no tears
And where did we laugh -
Under a flurry of summer thunderstorms...
Tell
your dreams,
Share your dreams with me...
Be yourself
And open
In childhood, the door - to memories ...
I often dream of silence! ..
She is one
Wandering in the yards
From the memory of the lost!
And then it seems
What's the matter even
Not in five-story buildings unpainted!
We are older...
Above on the roof fathoms
Those castles of dreams -
Their towers...
So unpleasant closer
So cold with us...
And dreams
Stop being colored
And they smell like steel!
I wish I knew how to leave them...
Where
To sit out our eyelids?