Aliya, dear Aliya! Even the gods will not understand where I have wandered! In this sacred heart of theirs, everything is not like that of people - stone boulders, and they float in the air!Let me tell you this, dear Alia: screw her up, that Papunika! Now flowers walk here, then hunters threaten with spears. I'd better go back to our village, albeit gray and windy, but dear to the last stone. Let's rebuild a house near my brothers, we'll give birth to a son, and there's nothing to rush with a book... Hidden story objects: - 1 The house that we will build ... (1/4) - 2 The house that we will build ... (2/4) - 3 The house that we will build ... (3/4) - 4 The house that we will build ... (4/4) |