Where mothers cry, rivers flow, where sister cries, streams run, where woman cries - there is no dew. Every child's mother feels sorry for not cutting her finger. Mother's anger is like spring snow: it will fall heavily and it will melt away soon. The mother swears by the son - he takes the stove, with the son-in-law - for hell. There is no flower better than a cat, no better than a mother. Not the mother who gives birth, but the one who gives birth. I would be glad if there was a sky for the children and cover the stars.
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Ответ дал: Гость
moscow
russia
25.05.2011
dear david,
how are you? sorry, i couldn't write earlier, as i had a lot to do.
well, i think that russian teenagers are just like every other teenagers. we just do the normal stuff, like watching a movie or meet our friends and go to some sort of restaurant or to mc donalds and eat there. we are also a really social country, we like to talk a lot, so a simple walk in the park is not bad either.
oh, i didn't know you can skate! do you have some other hobbies i don't know about? what about reading? i like to sing. how about you? do you like music and singing?
well i have to end now, as i still got a lot to do. hope to hear from you soon.
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