In recent days, my clothes and hair smelled through sweet smoke from the fireplace. Drown all the time, it's much nicer than chasing electricity. The street is a real New Year's, lacking only dressed Christmas tree and good company to celebrate. Dropped so much snow that I feel their historical homeland. In recent years, did not like the movies, started watch five different-not one has gone, some melancholy, but not a movie. Only the Italian comedy prostetskie perceived good. Of the latter viewed very like "Genitori e figli" and "Happy family" c my favorite Fabio De Luigi. Behind the cupboard poselililos some insect that "sings" at night, sleep does not. It looks like a cricket, but I hope that's not him. Spent the entire Internet, now tormented with communication via the phone.
Everything else is still magical and fabulous.
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