Extracurricular reading stones
From the ancient Babylonian ruins a child wanders with smart big eyes and bare feet. Wet islands of dew grass - like a green mole in the gray sand dust, which can be filled with weapons. Children jump from one island to another, balancing with one hand as a strap rope regulator. On the other hand, rusty watering can. He stopped at a large black stone with carved words. He put his hand on the smooth stone. She began to read for herself and stirred her lips, as if whispering in her ears.
Dear Apple chervom, at present, without paraffin gloss - always sweeter and more platsebopolezney. An accurate hole in a whining soul is no worse than a tooth, and you convince yourself that you are sweeter. You wrap yourself in a foggy time, as in checkered boxes, the day comes after the day, and now the little worm transforms your soul into a Gorgon's head. You really are the most real and sweetest ... for worms. "
The boy shrugged his shoulders, sprinkled an apple tree bud, sprouted next to the rock and continued his journey across the islands. At the call of the sun, the three wise dragons, huddled in the remains of the ancient towers, they received a warm reward. The boy in ballet "Pa" leaned toward the snake, froze for a second, swiftly jumping to the next grassy island. In front of him, a porous brown stone, like a big chocolate. The boy put his hand on the already warm stone and began to read.
"When the ducks are the smartest creatures on the planet, they throw away the weak chicks from the cliffs into the sea with the words" This is Mallard! "The wicked can not be wars, but unfounded fame, their chicks quickly learn to fly For joy or sadness, but to this day only the weak and poetic duckling descendants have come.As the reason for this is the mode for incubation stone eggs.The suffering of a duck who does not recognize the motherly excitement of the stones, but enjoys the death provided by stone and gravity. "
The boy swiftly poured the porous rock with water. On the side of three dragons, warmed by the sun, the stone is like a worm eaten by an egg. Throw the empty watering cans, the boy deftly jumps quickly through the two islands, all snakes raising the "6.0" mark.
The stone is well smoked, its passion filled with a hot fountain. The child pulls out the basket from the boiling water to the rope that is fastened to the handle. Sitting comfortably on a small flat rock, the boy cleans snake eggs, they are poached. Nagi, warmed by the sun and crawling to the boy. The lesson starts, the snake alternately crawls and writes the formula on the gray sand powder. The boy smiled and nodded.
