Not so terrible passport photo, as it is a photocopy!

Original taken from masterok in Not so terrible passport photo, as it is a photocopy!


And who’s not crazy about the constant scribbling “Who issued the passport” in the line that is three times less than you need? And all this in the presence of the CODE UNITS, which is quite a enough.
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New country


Every day you have to Wake up in a new country. That’s just fine. Not that totalitarian “Raschke”, where everything is the same from day to day. We are all different. In short, Kirovograd anymore. At all. Found out by accident when I read “Facebook”. Now there is a city with romantic and easy to remember name of Kropivnitsky. Well done to our members. The weather is hot, the asphalt melts, flies checkout, and under the window all night yelling “Audi”-100 Ivano-Frankivsk rooms.
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New country


Every day you have to Wake up in a new country. That’s just fine. Not that totalitarian “Raschke”, where everything is the same from day to day. We are all different. In short, Kirovograd anymore. At all. Found out by accident when I read “Facebook”. Now there is a city with romantic and easy to remember name of Kropivnitsky. Well done to our members. The weather is hot, the asphalt melts, flies checkout, and under the window all night yelling “Audi”-100 Ivano-Frankivsk rooms.
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Windtalkers.

Once, there were two loneliness, talked about the secret prophecy, silently sad and broke…


The sun has already risen, marking a new day. Bright rays, like huge wings, it covered a small village in a distant province. A few cows have long been grazing in the meadows and under the Creek and Mat shepherd chewing grass emerald, juicy with a strong smell. This grass grows only in the end of may, a small, but already quite Mature, so the milk was incredibly fragrant and hearty. The silence is cut only by a few cries of roosters and the inhabitants, who swarmed in their gardens and estates. The wind, though blowing from the North, but gusts rather bring a cool, not cold. As the ice cubes in a glass of warm whiskey, he betrays the vigor, brings different smells from the forest. Mix: pine needles, grass, wet swamps, and the first breath of flowers, creating an unforgettable cocktail of aromas…
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