The days are cold, gloomy, gloomy. The dark clouds have erased the blueness of the sky. In the upper reaches of the pozhovklih, openwork Viter write to start a sum. Damn it's gold. The day of pimping. The plank clattered across the vast earth. Everything is so bright, dark, Seeingly, I died in winter. In life we paint the same picture: Summer, autumn, winter and spring. We will die as we are. It's wonderful - Let's die so that we can be resurrected like a dream!
