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Fairy tales of the Viennese wood
Film Violence Women's Prison Although I, of course, heard. And he is trying to cheat me. When he reached the stairs, I parted with Oliver. - I need to go back for a moment, check koechto, - I said. - It looks like a cigarette forgotten in the room. I hurried to the corridor, where the children slept.Having witnessed my respects Clara - our conversation turned very instructive - I rolled down the stairs and ran out the front door of the house. And from them rushed, panting like a dog in the sun, on the driveway, cut the lawn, he skirted the western side driveway and entered the park - I do not smile once again climb the damn ditch.The sky is full of coal purchased hue, a new storm was going to, but light, though dirty for a July evening, it is enough to clearly see all around.I carefully walked around here and there scattered horse pretzel, sure Tubby in this weather will not let the horses out of the stable and, therefore, can not be afraid that kakoynibud broken loose stallion trample me, and even rape. I found what he was looking, bent down to see all the better.Then, satisfied with what he saw, with groaning straightened and returned to the house. In the small living room are just Max, Mary, Michael and Oliver. Michael and Mary sat on the sofa in the corner, talking quietly about something, Oliver soared over a tray of drinks. Max looked out the window.From a window overlooking the "Rotunda" and the lake behind it, then see me on the lawn, he could not. - Simon was right - the whole living room announced Max. - A new storm is approaching. - Well, it villagers, they zavsegda with the notion - croaked Oliver. - That's the worst Norfolk accent, which I kogdalibo heard - I said.- Then you have not heard of this norfolktsev, dear. I assure you, their accent is far less convincing than mine. You pour your whiskey? - The more the better, - I replied. I walked over to the sofa, where Michael sat with Mary. - Mary, believe me, I'm very happy. Very. And let's stop at this. - But, Michael, do not you see, it's your duty?Such a wonderful gift, it should be used. I did not want to interrupt them, I slowed down over the sofa. - I do not know, Mary. Just I do not know. You know, Anne does not like ... - And what does not like Anne? - I asked a woman's voice from the door. And hearing her, purposely not think.Short pause - too brief to the court found her accusatory, but long enough to embarrass Michael. However, to help him come Oliver: - Vodka, dear, that's what you do not like. You do have more of gin. Vodka makes you grumpy. So let me pour you a Stanley Tumbler Johnny Gina.
Film Violence Women's Prison - Thank you, Oliver. I caught sight of Ann's full pleas, interpret that I was not able to do. She gestured to the far corner of the room - away from all.I joined her there, and we pretended to examine a portrait of a family of Logan, written OukshettomEntoni Oukshett - popular English portraitist. acrylic paints. - I just saw Davy, - she said softly. - What about him? - And, - I replied. - A little tired, that's all.