Start here >>> And Alexander is still gone and gone! As it turned out, Agnelo knows him well. When I said that we were waiting for the guide, he exclaimed: "Sashya? " "Sashya, Sashya!
We didn't have time to return from the Crimea, where we walked our friend's husband, when the friend herself began to drip on my brains, when will we go to buy a tour to Goa?
The pink wine drunk in the evening painted the world around in a similar color. The evening was amazing. The night is quiet, no breeze, no wave splash, no songs, no dances.