We only dream of peace, but flying is like a dream
BMW is black, so also a coupe is madness, beautiful madness and almost everyone dreams of such a car, a dream
Khodchenkova wanted to merge with the sofa and pillow, but she was mistaken for pink
You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
The smallest but nimble dragonfly in flowers sat down
The speed was frenzied, but the racing car didn't even feel it