Fairyteller
Брат Кирпича
He skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere:
It was night, in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year...
Если иных желающих не будет, я могу порадовать вас загадочными тайнами Ватикана.
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere:
It was night, in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year...
Если иных желающих не будет, я могу порадовать вас загадочными тайнами Ватикана.