Protecting A Falling Egg

In this hour I was born in this hour I would die

I have not been in Leninka.
I have a good reason: I did From the very first time hate.
This giant ladder, this scale - to raschelovechivaniya, while twisting, narrow passageways in the backyard garderobchika to turn over a cup of tea, for example, as earlier - and a clear Soviet ikebana from books-that-anywhere-over, for example, degrading ambre in an outhouse. Latest contrast, however, gives relatives the Middle Ages, so - okay.
I am by all means get around without it - a foreigner, istorichkoy, all places, which relationship with books and people seem to understand. For example, a book deal neprakticheskoe as we could - settled in, oh, long as we have ... (It happened Istorichka). Or - laptop case neprakticheskoe, but we have socialism, we can afford, and then - well, we do not really socialism, but in other places too, so here (such turned Inostranka). But not this imperial pathos, these lines gave the almighty hypocrisy even in my childhood.
And here is chosen again, another attack, even in starpersky room, not without a historical curiosity.
And - I must say - this is my country. With that, and so and so won. On the stairs of the gd, with the find room for oneself in its shadow directory (where to look, is not looking, because true, here we forgot to say that this book is not here, but this should have been 15 minutes ago Now it's too late), with nervous and kind aunt / With these lamps. With these strange worn by people, at last, which was already difficult to see even in the subway, and here they are almost the main crowd. Which is in the cupboard, where it is quite possible to buy without the love and greed of cooked food, in its cellophane package, yogurt and boiled eggs. That the incomprehensible ardor already discussed in the margins of political events or the schedule of the library. Books to read something incredible - or something like ordering me.
aisle, where a stationary R2 reads, plastic cards, littered with papers. I looked, flyers, Juicer some. Oh, I think the present is running out for those doors, but they are still holding out.
Oh yeah - forgot to say, morality is not).