Pus night story
Haiku came and told the woman - have come, bring, give the money I have kept. Somehow left the throat.
Munni was wearing a broom. Back to the bidding-three are the rupees, give me the blanket from where? How to cut into the night of Magh-Pus night? Tell him, give the money on the crop. not now.
Haiku stood in a moment uncertain. Pus came to the head, without a blanket, he could not sleep in some way at night. But I will not tolerate, will give the rocks, give abuses. Bala will die in the winter, the force will be overcome by the head. Thinking he took his heavy deltoid (who used to falsify his name), came near the woman and cheered and talked, let go of the throat. Any other solution for the blanket will I think.
Munni moved away from him and the other way of thinking, the second solution! What do you think I will do? Will any blanket give blanket? Do not know how much is left, which can not be done in some way. I say, why do not you quit farming? Work, die, give up, give up, let's leave. We have got our birth just for the rest. Wanted for the stomach. Come on with such farming. I will not give money - I will not give it.
Haiku spoke sadly, so what to abuse?
Munni complained and said, why would she abuse, is she the secret? But as soon as he said this, his stony eyebrows got loose. The harsh truth that Haiku had in that sentence was like it was staring him like a terrible creature.
He came out and took out the money and brought it to Hulk's hands. Then you quote - you leave farming now. If you can get a meal with pleasure, then you will get a meal. No one will be afraid of anyone. Good farming. Bring it out, that too, sigh in it, bouncing on it
Haiku took the money and went out like this as if it was going to give his heart out. He had fined one penny of money and deposited it for three rupees blanket. They were leaving today. His head was being suppressed by the weight of his humility with one step.
Pus's dark night The stars in the sky were known to be blurring. Haiku was shaking his old thick cloth sheet on a bamboo crotch under the umbrella of the leaves of his farm on the edge of his farm. Under the cot, his concerted dog was groaning in the stomach with the cold mouth. One of the two did not even sleep.
Hulk took out his hands and jolted the cold back of Jabra saying - Do not come from tomorrow with me, otherwise you will get cold. This rand Pachulia does not go where the snow is coming from. Get up, then fill a whistle. Somehow cut off the night Eight squats can be pi It's fun to cultivate. And one lucky one is lying, who, if caught, ran away from the heat. Thick-matted mattresses, blankets, blankets It is fun, the winter passes. The fate of the fate is the quality. We will do the wages, the fun will rob others.
Pick up the Haiku and take a little fire out of the pit and chimney. Jabber also sat up. Haiku said, drinking a whisker, "Piiga chilam, what does it get if it gets burnt, yes, a bit of heart is deliberate." Jabra looked at her face with a spiking eye towards her face. Take half and eat the bread today and eat. Tomorrow I will lay straw here. Sit in and sit in it, then do not look like a horse.
Usually, Jabra got an animal's nostalgia This particular affinity created a new enchantment in it, which considered the cold breeze of the air to be despised. He immediately picked up and started coming out of the umbrella and started barking. Haiku kissed him many times, But he did not come to him. He lost his race and ran around. If he came for a moment then he would soon run again. The duty was jumping into the heart like Armaan.
One hour passed. The night began to flush the cold into the air. Hulk got up and mixed the knees with the chest and hid the head in it, yet the cold was not reduced. It seemed that all the blood has been frozen, and the arteries have blown the place of blood. He bowed and looked towards the sky, how much longer is still left. The Saptarishi still did not go half in the sky. Come up, then there will be a morning. Right now there is night above tomorrow.
He went to the farm of nearby Arhar and overlaid several plants and made a broom and started flushing in the hand towards the garden. When Jabra saw him coming, he came near and started moving.
In a short time, the bonfire was lifted. His flame touched the leaves of the tree above the top and ran away. In that unstable light, the big trees of the garden were known to be as if they were sitting on the very dark darkness. This ray seems like a rocking boat in the unending and vast expanse of darkness.
The fire in front of the Haiku bonfire was cold. In a moment, he dumped and pressed beside him and spread both legs; As if you are facing the cold, you come in your life and do so. By conquering the power of freezing of cold, he could not hide the glory-pride in the heart.
The leaves were burnt up There was a dark shade in the garden. There was some fire left under the ashes, which woke up when the wind blows, but in a moment the eyes closed again. Haiku then wrapped the sheet and began to murmur a song sitting near the hot ash. He had a warm summer in his body. As the cold grew, she used to laziness.
Jabra roared loudly and ran towards the farm. Haiku came to know that a herd of animals came on his farm. Perhaps there was a swarm of Nagaon. His jump-running sounds were coming in the ears. Then it was known that he was roaming in the field. The voices of their grazing began to be heard. He said the heart- No, no animals from Jabra can come into the farm. Scold I am confused. where? Now nothing can be heard. How am I even cheated
He comes out loud
Munni was wearing a broom. Back to the bidding-three are the rupees, give me the blanket from where? How to cut into the night of Magh-Pus night? Tell him, give the money on the crop. not now.
Haiku stood in a moment uncertain. Pus came to the head, without a blanket, he could not sleep in some way at night. But I will not tolerate, will give the rocks, give abuses. Bala will die in the winter, the force will be overcome by the head. Thinking he took his heavy deltoid (who used to falsify his name), came near the woman and cheered and talked, let go of the throat. Any other solution for the blanket will I think.
Munni moved away from him and the other way of thinking, the second solution! What do you think I will do? Will any blanket give blanket? Do not know how much is left, which can not be done in some way. I say, why do not you quit farming? Work, die, give up, give up, let's leave. We have got our birth just for the rest. Wanted for the stomach. Come on with such farming. I will not give money - I will not give it.
Haiku spoke sadly, so what to abuse?
Munni complained and said, why would she abuse, is she the secret? But as soon as he said this, his stony eyebrows got loose. The harsh truth that Haiku had in that sentence was like it was staring him like a terrible creature.
He came out and took out the money and brought it to Hulk's hands. Then you quote - you leave farming now. If you can get a meal with pleasure, then you will get a meal. No one will be afraid of anyone. Good farming. Bring it out, that too, sigh in it, bouncing on it
Haiku took the money and went out like this as if it was going to give his heart out. He had fined one penny of money and deposited it for three rupees blanket. They were leaving today. His head was being suppressed by the weight of his humility with one step.
Pus's dark night The stars in the sky were known to be blurring. Haiku was shaking his old thick cloth sheet on a bamboo crotch under the umbrella of the leaves of his farm on the edge of his farm. Under the cot, his concerted dog was groaning in the stomach with the cold mouth. One of the two did not even sleep.
Hulk took out his hands and jolted the cold back of Jabra saying - Do not come from tomorrow with me, otherwise you will get cold. This rand Pachulia does not go where the snow is coming from. Get up, then fill a whistle. Somehow cut off the night Eight squats can be pi It's fun to cultivate. And one lucky one is lying, who, if caught, ran away from the heat. Thick-matted mattresses, blankets, blankets It is fun, the winter passes. The fate of the fate is the quality. We will do the wages, the fun will rob others.
Pick up the Haiku and take a little fire out of the pit and chimney. Jabber also sat up. Haiku said, drinking a whisker, "Piiga chilam, what does it get if it gets burnt, yes, a bit of heart is deliberate." Jabra looked at her face with a spiking eye towards her face. Take half and eat the bread today and eat. Tomorrow I will lay straw here. Sit in and sit in it, then do not look like a horse.
Usually, Jabra got an animal's nostalgia This particular affinity created a new enchantment in it, which considered the cold breeze of the air to be despised. He immediately picked up and started coming out of the umbrella and started barking. Haiku kissed him many times, But he did not come to him. He lost his race and ran around. If he came for a moment then he would soon run again. The duty was jumping into the heart like Armaan.
One hour passed. The night began to flush the cold into the air. Hulk got up and mixed the knees with the chest and hid the head in it, yet the cold was not reduced. It seemed that all the blood has been frozen, and the arteries have blown the place of blood. He bowed and looked towards the sky, how much longer is still left. The Saptarishi still did not go half in the sky. Come up, then there will be a morning. Right now there is night above tomorrow.
He went to the farm of nearby Arhar and overlaid several plants and made a broom and started flushing in the hand towards the garden. When Jabra saw him coming, he came near and started moving.
In a short time, the bonfire was lifted. His flame touched the leaves of the tree above the top and ran away. In that unstable light, the big trees of the garden were known to be as if they were sitting on the very dark darkness. This ray seems like a rocking boat in the unending and vast expanse of darkness.
The fire in front of the Haiku bonfire was cold. In a moment, he dumped and pressed beside him and spread both legs; As if you are facing the cold, you come in your life and do so. By conquering the power of freezing of cold, he could not hide the glory-pride in the heart.
The leaves were burnt up There was a dark shade in the garden. There was some fire left under the ashes, which woke up when the wind blows, but in a moment the eyes closed again. Haiku then wrapped the sheet and began to murmur a song sitting near the hot ash. He had a warm summer in his body. As the cold grew, she used to laziness.
Jabra roared loudly and ran towards the farm. Haiku came to know that a herd of animals came on his farm. Perhaps there was a swarm of Nagaon. His jump-running sounds were coming in the ears. Then it was known that he was roaming in the field. The voices of their grazing began to be heard. He said the heart- No, no animals from Jabra can come into the farm. Scold I am confused. where? Now nothing can be heard. How am I even cheated
He comes out loud
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