russian lessons
i was returning from the beach under the sun that already couldnt help me. singing sad turkish song i still cant translate. they stood further - waiting for me. book in the bag. concentrate. hairs to the face. turkish.
- kak dela?! - i heard
i laughed. my yersterday night russian lessons werent just a up-to-minute joke.
- horosho!
- spasibo!
i was lazy to explane him anything. Serdar looked serously. very slowly...
- davai...vecherom...kuda-nibud shodim...!
i couldnt help but just laughed. doktor - is this *full time morale*?
- davai...vecherom...
- shodim shodim. - i said calmly
at home i laid right on the floor.
- kak dela? - i heard when Nuket passed by
posted by light will-o-z-wisp at
1:01 pm
5 Comments:
=)))) понравился диалог))
чёрт возьми,предыдущий пост был мой.
Папасито)
aga. ni vse je mne zdes summa shodit! seichas trogatelnye sms pishut. toje sposob yazyk uchit! a mena proiv voli uvozat na paru dnei v gorod. za chto?!
так забавно=)кусочек своего, родного...
aga! segodna utrom na plaje ko mne podoshel chelovek, skazal, chto on razgadal chto ya russkaya, i s gordostiu prodemonstriroval, chto o toje ne huhry muhry:
-privet, kak dela? - v kotoryi raz zdes uslyshala ya
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