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The new lines of southern Lebanon
2 недели назад
вторник, 10 мая 2011 г.
четверг, 14 апреля 2011 г.
вторник, 8 февраля 2011 г.
пятница, 21 января 2011 г.
пятница, 31 декабря 2010 г.
The new house
Sosnovoborsk (Russian: Сосновобо́рск) is a town in Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia, located on the right bank of the Yenisei River, 45 kilometers (28 mi) northeast of Krasnoyarsk. Population: 30,700 (2005 est.);[citation needed] 30,586 (2002 Census); 29,686 (1989 Census).
It was founded in 1971 as a work settlement. It received town status in 1985.
It was founded in 1971 as a work settlement. It received town status in 1985.
понедельник, 15 ноября 2010 г.
On the trail childhood
(in progress) Seldom, when there is one house on all life. But there is a house where you were born, there is a house where you have spent the childhood, and there is a house in which you live now. Also can eat still houses in which you will live still.
In this house I was born, and a vein of 19 years . Therefore, when I am going to go to mum, I speak: «I have gone home». Earlier when the daddy was live, coming here, I as if was dipped again into the childhood therefore as it is not enough that varied in apartment: the same old furniture on the places, the same carpet on a wall, hours, the TV. The daddy loved a constancy in everything, therefore without changing itself just as daily at dinner or a supper, he ate garlic, an interior of apartment it did not change.
Now much has changed, from appearance of apartment to other man in our house.
I descended to the grandmother, to mum of the father, my childhood also is connected with their house.
I have returned here to embody the rests of my childhood, the slice of memoirs on the father because I know that soon and it will leave irrevocably.
Part 1 - my house
Part 2 - Grandma's House
In this house I was born, and a vein of 19 years . Therefore, when I am going to go to mum, I speak: «I have gone home». Earlier when the daddy was live, coming here, I as if was dipped again into the childhood therefore as it is not enough that varied in apartment: the same old furniture on the places, the same carpet on a wall, hours, the TV. The daddy loved a constancy in everything, therefore without changing itself just as daily at dinner or a supper, he ate garlic, an interior of apartment it did not change.
Now much has changed, from appearance of apartment to other man in our house.
I descended to the grandmother, to mum of the father, my childhood also is connected with their house.
I have returned here to embody the rests of my childhood, the slice of memoirs on the father because I know that soon and it will leave irrevocably.
Part 1 - my house
Part 2 - Grandma's House
среда, 13 октября 2010 г.
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