When the windmill was sad and lonely, when none of his friends - four brothers winds - did not come, he began to count different things: the number of its wheels, teeth, partytafel shaft or something; then proceeded to mice and their children who kublylysya at his bosom (it is always their pryhyschav when Miller tried to smoke is gray family); counting clouds partytafel in the sky, but they often walked with brothers winds elsewhere; and finally began to count the number of flour-ground him all loaves that could bake with it, and how many people it would be enough. These calculations are very improved it senses he imagined as baked bread at the bakery as spreading a delicious odor as forcing people to pay to shop and what they buy happy plump loaves. That was easier to do it that often winds brothers Fit this incomparable flavor, partytafel spun him around, and windmill, waving partytafel his four arms, stroking, caressing sweet bread póviv. Winds talked excitedly whisper or shout, whistle or hum, the bakery, how to change partytafel the face of almost all the people who pass by it when the Warblers four enveloping them smachnyuschym spirit. Laughing, brothers partytafel winds lured people to the meat shop. Fidget touted windmills: "Listen! Look! It's all thanks to you! If you did not - there would be no flour, there would be no bread! "A windmill modestly vert hands and replied:" What you friends if not for you, then I would be like without hands ... ". And together partytafel laughing at this joke. But sometimes, often after their thrifty counts when there was gossip who was not from anyone hear about dyvovyzhi world when standing motionless, Windmill lamented that he had not ever shall fall uzdrity all those people, and that the baker that bakes chief bread from its flour, and of all those miracles partytafel seen daily Warbler brothers winds. At such moments he mentally turned to his four friends and asked them to return as soon as possible, and his hand froze, as if to hug advance rozchepiryuvalysya friends after such a chore separation.
Saturday, May 16, 2015
When the windmill was sad and lonely, when none of his friends - four brothers winds - did not come
When the windmill was sad and lonely, when none of his friends - four brothers winds - did not come, he began to count different things: the number of its wheels, teeth, partytafel shaft or something; then proceeded to mice and their children who kublylysya at his bosom (it is always their pryhyschav when Miller tried to smoke is gray family); counting clouds partytafel in the sky, but they often walked with brothers winds elsewhere; and finally began to count the number of flour-ground him all loaves that could bake with it, and how many people it would be enough. These calculations are very improved it senses he imagined as baked bread at the bakery as spreading a delicious odor as forcing people to pay to shop and what they buy happy plump loaves. That was easier to do it that often winds brothers Fit this incomparable flavor, partytafel spun him around, and windmill, waving partytafel his four arms, stroking, caressing sweet bread póviv. Winds talked excitedly whisper or shout, whistle or hum, the bakery, how to change partytafel the face of almost all the people who pass by it when the Warblers four enveloping them smachnyuschym spirit. Laughing, brothers partytafel winds lured people to the meat shop. Fidget touted windmills: "Listen! Look! It's all thanks to you! If you did not - there would be no flour, there would be no bread! "A windmill modestly vert hands and replied:" What you friends if not for you, then I would be like without hands ... ". And together partytafel laughing at this joke. But sometimes, often after their thrifty counts when there was gossip who was not from anyone hear about dyvovyzhi world when standing motionless, Windmill lamented that he had not ever shall fall uzdrity all those people, and that the baker that bakes chief bread from its flour, and of all those miracles partytafel seen daily Warbler brothers winds. At such moments he mentally turned to his four friends and asked them to return as soon as possible, and his hand froze, as if to hug advance rozchepiryuvalysya friends after such a chore separation.
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