None.No one in the land.He knew first.Who is the carpet?«The root.They are.»It was called, but everyone would.They knew where the name came from.And because of the magic.O, long, soft, and always fresh, were hanged from two heads and people of the year.They are them.They touched for wish, blessing, rain, love, healing and even peace..
year of year.And when the gardens were small, and the people of the garden.And they live in the palm of the day.And they did it every time they had a party.It was especially the feast of the pomegranate, a celebration that reached the fall of the pomegranate in the mouth of the Earth.They came and left as if the earth’s skin was broken.They said: “Every seed is a wish, and every one of them is a gate.O you to Paradise.. In this celebration, the carpet is spread in the ancient field of the city.They were where they were fresh.Then he left.They are on earth.They turned and ran away.on the earth.And it was a mess.They are red in the corner.She was falling wind.And smell and smell.The sweet and sweet time of the pome is mixed with the smell of wet soil.It was in this field and breathed.She painted color.It looks like they are burning with sunlight.and the root.He calms her.They were excited.. People had a heart belief.:Whoever has a great heart,And they will be able to satisfy theslow.. The girls who were on the verge of marriage, in order to achieve the desired spouse of the root.And the upper ones are bound.They were young.Those who followed the day and day,Hold the lower hands.And they are calm and calm.They closed the old lady.Roots.Kiss them.And the children of the children and the sons of the sons of men,They take care of them.They, they,Who knows what their hearts are.will want.. All of this.They take them.You understand.. None.No one speaks language.He said, but everyone would.They knew that it was more than a smear.. In one of these celebrations.and six,A thousandth of the fall,—Yes, count.There were also rituals.—Men and women entered the field with laughter.And the prophecies.They are shining, and the children’s happiness is tied to women’s singing.Then the sun opened, and the sun,like strings.Light on earth.They danced.. And on that day, the wind fell.. Not a normal wind, the wind that comes from the West.They came, and they had an unknown anger.The clouds gathered, and the sun remained silent in an eye-opening, people were still entertained, and suddenly the sound of wind whistles between the complex square.. «Keep the carpet!» But the wind of the moment.No, no, no, no, no, no, no.They are in the wind, and in the midst of the fire.And they ate a few of them, but they didn’t rush.arrived.. The wind had such power as it was.He wants bone.They will destroy the earth.. There is a smearing and suffocating in their hearts.. A voice came... A sound that was neither dry nor broken, but screamed.… The scream of the ghost.. It rained, and a few great drops fell over the heart of the rug.They stopped the roots.They fell to the earth,Opens, blisters together, and in the middle of a deep wound rug, such as the open mouth of the injured inventory.. When the wind fell asleep and the rain fell, the field fell in a heavy silence..This is the same as the people of the year.They had calmed, broken, and suffered.. And the people of the world were raised, and they were filled with magic.. One said.: «This is no longer correct; we have to take it away..» Another said.: «No, we have to gather it and put it in a warehouse today, and we don’t use it..» A man with a roar said.: «Daddy would give a new rug a thousand times better.This is all of you..» Another woman said.: «Is wisdom?Did you lose it?It can be again..» boy.He said softly.: «if the rootto the root.Trees.We are in the garden, maybe it will be good.…» But his mother took a bit and said.: «Sometimes kids.Things.Understanding that we do not.We understand..» It was a roaring and awe-in-kind, awe-in-kind, and awe-in-law.. In this case, four people came to the carpet.Someone's voice.They do not.He heard, but everyone looked.They did them.. The Lord, the Guardian, and the Lord of hosts. Zemingar, Story.The town of the The man of the man,And with eyes and eyes. And the young man,It was around the patriarchy... Then he knocked the knee and the root.He took the fingers, like a child, as if he lived..He raised the two fingers and said:«It has pain.…Look at it..»She put her ear on the carpet, where she was torn..Quiet stone.and shit.And they put their mouths away.They knocked.. The wind calms.and the root,They move.They ate.. These four people just look.They did.:To the people who were waiting for them,. Then he said slowly.: «None.Which way.Those you said are not working.…But there is one way..» Eye eye eye.He was placed on him..Even the rain drops seem like they stopped.. «We need to wear a wound.…It’s like a wounded man on the ton.No one has ever done this, but if we don’t, this rug will be lost forever.by the way..» breath.All prisons.. She said the bastard.: «We grew up with this carpet and we breathed it..» And they continued.: «It’s not easy to do..» And his hand on the root.Then he turned and said under his lips.: «root root root.They show their way.Dan.…Always show..» And the people saw that they were silent.The shit was shaken..But it was enough to say that these four people had their choice.They are.. It started that night..Not in the sun, but in the light of the candles.And the rain and the rain.eaten.. The root of the root.Part parts.He separated it, the node.Then he opened the doors and hurt.Then he saw it.. They are busy with magic.It was color,Good and equal.construction.. In the morning, it was no longer part..It was tired, but alive..and tear.He had been injured, and he was barely seen.It was close because the new sign was signed.O the soul of the soul.. A people.toOne came..root root root.They touched them..Some of them again, some just hand.They are on the root.They said, “Thank you and they said,. And on that day, people realized that Buffett was one thing, but restoring the life of the woven.Something else.It's set.. From that day on, four of them.«Except it?»Names..the same.The first time they realized that the rug was not just a knot, but a wound.Take, cure,Accept and live again.slow.. He was born at the same time in the evening, in the desert, with the palm of the day.They are.! This story continues...[1] [1]Follow this story in the fourth issue.
And with his fingers.Then he turned his head,Unhealthy people..Narrated story.Old reminders.And he made a story.Those who beat.Hand song.Keep them calm and regular.He had it..
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