Рецензия на «1000 и 1 муж Старухи Изергиль» (Старуха Изергиль)
Precious Lady, I wish you joy, you inspired me to write the following trifle in a foreign tongue, which I have not been able hitherto to accomplish. Was number eight magician, Without recognition, He fed me beauty potion every day, I waited for a miracle, Kept looking in the mirror, He vanished leaving ruins and decay. Your loyal fan and servant, Женя Ле 02.03.2007 • Заявить о нарушении
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