The wheel is spinning, spinning, as if my whole life is before my eyes
The cat is lying in the snow. The cat is licking his lips
The teaching is light and not the teaching is darkness
The White House is on fire , the helicopter is flying
Nature in the mountains is poor. A stream is flowing
The child is not only on me and so on to the east of the Volgograd city center is about
Red panda walking on the grass on the background of a forest landscape
The road is long along the trees the sun is shining