А еще у меня есть одно последнее зеленое яблоко.
И платье до колен.
И рядом с компьютером стоит баночка с мыльной смесью для пускания пузырей, и когда мне становится скучно, я откручиваю крышечку и дую, а потом смотрю, как разноцветные переливающиеся
чуды лопаются. отличное развлечение для инфантильной барышни с декадентскими настроениями!)
А еще:
My Wild Love и гитара.
читать дальшеMy wild love went ridin'
She rode all the day
She wrote to the devil
And asked him to pay
The devil was wiser
It's time to repent
He asked her to give back
The money she spent
My wild love went ridin'
She rode to the sea
She gathered together
Some shells for her head
She rode and she rode on
She rode for a while
Then stopped for an evenin'
And lay her head down
She rode on to Christmas
She rode to the farm
She rode to Japan
And we entered a town
By this time the river
Had changed one degree
She asked for the people
To let her go free
My wild love is crazy
She screams like a bird
She moans like a cat
When she wants to be heard
My wild love went ridin'
She rode for an hour
She rode and she rested
And then she rode on
Ride, c'mon
(с) the Doors