Jesenja fantazija
Jesenji opus I
Ah , to proljeće
Proljetni opus II
Svileno ljeto
Ljetni opus II
Zima
Zimski opus II
It's a beautiful, sunny day. Winter came to her own. There will be rains, in the mountainous regions and snow. It seems that everything was confusing.
We love the whole seasons and when they are in its element. But we are as disturbing as we are, all of us who are waiting for us, so we will laments on the birvaktile studios.
Let's say, who saw the autumn, and that the strawberries shine in it, and the violets smell the landscapes with gentleness.
It's autumn that apples and pears are glowing. It used to be that her dear was going to the army. This meant that as soon as the wedding was back, it was like that again in autumn. Because autumn is for weddings, and so on. For deep plowing. And furrows. And everything that goes with weddings goes. The Holy Book says: your wife is your field. We are adding and loving deep plowing. How she will not love. This is the basis of fertility and life.
Spring for awakening life and everything is in the flowers, behari and scents. Everything is alive and everything gets caught. Everything smells like love. And the scents bring this famous, unique, magnificent, mostly unmistakable love. Buddy and sick. Somewhere, if there is no pain, it did not even matter.
About the summer she dreams, because the grass has grown, the smell of mowed hay is there, it rolls in it and swims in the sun. And what sun and rolling? Well, sunburn hits it often. And forget about the insan. And when it's forgotten, it's a new life. Not immediately. It has a certain period of time through which both nature and insanity become burdensome.
And what did you think, the sun throbs you in the head, you forget, and there are no consequences. Do not measure it like that. And the consequences are beautiful and desirable. Some are not. At first, they embrace. Children are the most beautiful and the most endearing in human life. Pretty and white as winter.
And that winter. It's cold and beautiful. A man's intention to rush and shrink, to warm himself up. And when the blood is heated, it gets hot and then it's known what to do to get a little insane. Take a few cameras. You know, it needs bedding on the camera and in the cup. And the camera has various and exuberant. These mattresses, and shirts, and silk sheets, minders, and especially soft pillows. Because if it's winter, the heating needs to be reinforced. The easiest way is by louvering, and the measurements and sobering. How fun is it, ai …
This seasons are nice to us, everyone. And people are electing.
Somebody loves this, some time of the year.
In some – they are ruined in the land, they hate and they prefer not to.
And love, gentlemen?
And heating and rolling?
What about puping and babbling?
What about ripening and deep plowing?
You would also like to skip the seasons that you do not like.
We think you're not aware of what you do not like.
What would you say:
He did not like much, so he forgot.
In Translation:
She's only living once.