Morning - pomegranate Print

This Pomegranate Grove .It reminds me every time something ..in her eyes huge story outlines person you alienate from vulgar, being overwhelming bolshinstva.Nastolko strong that clenched fist does not curse, and asks God !! Not with wretchedness and with blagodarstvom.U her breasts barely covered by even the most lascivious, sametsskaya viciousness notices least not vozzerayas and bowing like a sister ... all intertwined threshold .and breathe the smell of the Temple can be buried nose in her mind vlosa, she is ready to listen to all ... her soul is full of autumn morning tsvetov.V its spring gardens in a luxurious tie doom smell the fog leaves golden-haired with a bashful rumyanitsey ..Ty cheek look at slabosvetom dawn illuminated the figure of the Virgin and breathless live neoschushaya oxygen starvation, that the purity of its wet, and the wind whipping his face and his dry it is wet, and in the vicinity of his native chuzha it ...