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
How nice it is to sleep on the grass, only the sun is shining brightly.
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
The mood is to go out into the field and bask in the sun
The road is long along the trees the sun is shining
A giraffe, the lower part of which is standing in the rain, and the head is above the clouds