Speak about good people. Leonardo Di Kaprio additional help to cleanse the native elephants of Sumatri

Lyudin's skin I’ll need in that hour, every hour, good and good stories have come up. The first axis instructs you in such a moment.

At the shopping center, I heard a couple of years later, sitting on a bench. Cholovik marveled at the woman and said: “Olya, we have been breaking the tse. We have aged at once. "

My brothers are thirteen, I have blood cancer. Dad took a permit to the river, so as not to leave a brother alone in the clinic. Ale yomu tsіliy rіk paid the salary! The New Zealand police have miraculous people.

I went into a tax on the robot, if there was a tsukru in my blood, I fell into a rape and I lost my witness. After I was already in the hospital, the nurse told me, but the taxi driver in his arms took me to the door. Moreover, after breaking the rulesless rules, it’s better to deliver me to the cars better, ale officer, appeared after him, knowing the reason for the damage, replace him, then take him away, squeezing his hand.

One warm lita in the evening I went to the balcony, watered the kitchen. І lіktem vipadkovo the housekeeper, who flew down. The housekeeper landed with a letter right in front of the feet of the passer-by, more or less ... I was even angry and shook off, but I didn’t hit me anymore. 10-15 minutes passed, and I went through the door at the door, my heart turned up and I died. Crocs seemed to be behind the door ... Everything was quiet.

I was calm, I went for a walk and reconverted, so I could turn the ticket to life. Opening the doors, I kicked ... the new housekeeper with my letter. Tsey unseen human vchinok became even dear to me, as a manifestation of kindness and spirituality.

I live ten kilometers away from the city, after the tenth evening, the buses and not to go and drive for 200 rubles a day. So the axle is standing and I’m a cholovik 15, driving a car, driving Caucasian nationality, and taking care of the next salon (4 people), and less in that number, to bring to Lisovy Galavin, and if they were told a penny : “I’m not a taxi driver, and I’m all the same along the way.))) And I realized that it’s a skinny day to bring people home! It’s better to understand that in people є humanity and kindness)))

My grandmother is at once from the first class. Infected їm 69 rockіv. I pray if I have the same love. Stink of walking, holding hands, and I'm going to wake up my grandmother with the words: "Larissa, this year I love you even more, not a vchora."

Years with my boy were sitting in a cafe and I took care of my skin once, if I had to go through a new period, I had to screw up to me and to my cheek. I energized a new one, I’m sure to try it, but I’m laughing and seeing that, well, you know, that I’m the boy. We have lost their own people about ten rock times. The stench was sick of cancer. Ale mi were able to love the knowledge. The cutaneous є has a different chance.

My mother is for 50 years and do not marvel at the ailments of the slopes - there’s pratsyuє in the school as a massage therapist, and there’s a wellness center. All day on my feet, a massage to kill 25 hilin, children a day are even more rich, so until the evening there are no forces of any kind and my hands are out and about. One day before her, one lad from the youngest classes came to the first reception.

On the cob of massage, Vin Movchav, thinking forgiveness, and after 7 khvili raptom asking the same food: “Do your hands get tired and sore before the end of the day?", Mom said:" so, even stronger ... ". The boy gets up through the slime, start to pull up and even: “fix the trochies, I won't tell anyone” and pishov. Mom was so enamored that she stood madly in the office for an hour and didn’t caress her cheeks. The axis is like this, the children are wicked :)

My history is like that, if I go to school, pulling the skin through the day. Everyone called me a wicked person and imitated me. We lived no worse for the sake of justice, and I'm skinny once bringing his own young brother. Infection, if I grew up and stood on my feet, then if I bach, like an old grandmother and didn’t, I’ll put a penny through the terminal on a rakhunka, rubles at 10-20, a memory number and donate 100 rubles. lads, good !!! Turn around a hundred times longer before you!

Tvir on the topic:
Speak about good people ... (A. Platonov. "Yushka")

Most of the reading of the works of the writer A.P. Platonov, I think, will be in front of me. Ale me and at the same time tsіkavі yogo rozpovіdі, befitting yo "word", screw up the lights and children of yogo heroes. The hero of A. Platonov is a lyudin, as the author himself loves to speak, a humane heart, in which and "all the wealth of people". Perekonav me in the whole hero of the announcement "Yushka" Yukhim Dmitrovich, I would like him not to name it. Nepomitna lyudina, nibi majesty is dumb for scho ... Ale, yak viyavilosya, є for scho!
The author of reports of reading, why spiritual calls often come to the heart of native people, and there is not enough goodness to multiply on earth? ! Weak, with all of his anger, Yushka is alive for the sake of an orphan girl, vikonuyuchi in the smithy of a robot. Little is said about the details of your life: I know only that Yushka did not drink tea, did not drink tsukru, but drank water, "wearing only one rock, without a snake." If the boys on the streets taunt him and threw smitty in disguise, Yushka was not angry. Yogo's position seemed to be awesome, so the children fed him: “Yushka, you really don't care? »Children were glad to know that everything can be done with him, but he was convinced that it stinks to love him; Yushka, having moved, has grown up to be a man, having come to the horror and beat yogo, and in all evil, having forgotten for an hour his grief.
Yushka is rich in rosum and saw, but such people are not able to, as it was, there was a change. Vin is alive at his own light, with his turbochargers. Yushka buv is not an old cholovik, ale "sick breasts" and a cholita yshov on a month of dikhati herbs. Platonov describes it as follows: “Winning to the ground and trickling down to the ground, not dying on them, glancing at the bark on the trees and coming from the stitches of snowstorms and beetles, which were covered with a corpse, and died in them. .. "A wonderful miracle in the announcement of A. Platonov!
Only once Yushka responded well to the image: “And what am I trying to get on the ground? ... I live by my father's orders. I can be required for all light, as it is, without me, it means that it may not be possible! "The passer-by, having spoken with yakim, shook Yushka with force, who fell in and did not move anymore.
“Farewell, Yushka, and forgive us all! "- the carpenter said to the pokhovannі. Say goodbye to yushkoy all came: i ti, hto prancing over him, i ti, hto tormenting him for life. Yushka was praised. Lyudin went, as if everyone was angry, and now people have become one-on-one.
An hour later, a girl came to the village and called the name of the people who made a noise: Yukhim Dmitrovich.
The devil has seen a wonderful history of nobility. There was a bully for Yushka nichto, an orphan, ale of life was ringing with a yushka, and having taken the girl for the sake of opiak, having destroyed everything, she could have read it. Shoroku wins coming to conduct and bringing pennies to the whole rik. Dіvchina graduated from university, became a doctor, but Yukhim Dmitrovich didn’t come to her.
Then they went to the pantry, the girl fell to the ground, and Yushka was lying in that place - a ludin, who had not been in a family, had not been in a tsukru, but you won’t have been. Dіvchina got lost there, Yushka is dead, became sick with tuberculosis. Vona robbed people with a lot of ailments: licuvala, helped, attended. They all knew in the world, calling me the daughter of the kind Yushka.
Andriy Platonovich Platonov told us about the good ludin yushka.

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