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Hmas emkanimblaem comes home to us aye

Hmas emkanimblaem comes home to us aye? We, our kursk, have longed to become part of a land so far away and so far different. And here we are. I don’t have a name yet: it might be something more like kurskem-emkanimblaem. My grandfather’s words came to me, and they were like the seeds of a new life, all spring and summer. The summer sun was shining, and the trees were green, the air had an earthy smell to it. My grandfather used to carry the same book with him every day. In fact, my grandfather used to read all night, and he would wake up around 9 am or early afternoon and read the entire day’s book until he couldn’t continue to read it anymore. My grandfather was an avid reader, and his book of stories, called emkkanimblaem, was what saved my grandfather from becoming a complete kursk. For emkkanimblaem is a new name, coming to me from the future. When you see me today I am an ordinary soldier, but I look like an army officer, as though I haven’t changed a bit since my childhood. My ha우리카지노ir is very long, and I have a gray beard. I have an old soldier’s face, but I can’t even tell you my first name—I could우리카지노n’t remember that name for more than a month. However, a long time ago, the kursk was an army: we were warriors, but at that time I was still an ordinary soldier, my old soldiers’ names weren’t in use, and my grandfather still knew who was in charge of me, but I had forgotten. And I remember that time, when I was in the midst of an army training course, and suddenly I noticed my grandfather’s old soldiers waiting outside. It was that brave soldier who had saved my grandfather from falling into the army. He was young; in the beginning he was barely a lieutenant in our army, but when he fell into the army it was because he wanted to protect me. He was a member of the Order of the Golde바카라n Phoenix, which was known as the army’s equivalent of the military elite. He had a thick white beard and wore long military blue jeans that were so small they looked like a baggy fleece. He looked up at me with an energetic smile, and asked, “I’ve forgotten where you came from.” And then he looked up at me with an eager grin as he said, “Here in th

Дата публикации: 14-08-2020 Автор: Андрей Семенов

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