Now an energy blow, but from a physical body that lay on the sand from mountain shabby rocks.
Oh well, God bless her. Then and now the coalition which promised a paradise life after leaving from life was explained. The only condition is to get rid of all human opportunities. And they help to do this. Only if there was an application, time will tell.
And now we are enjoying the dying day. The fire burns, Sasha cooks his ear, says that this is a purely male dish, we do not argue. We turn around near tents, thinking about what.
After a delicious meal, before going to bed we do massages. Alexander and I took on this obligation for some reason.
For the present it would be desirable to do it. What will happen next is unknown.
The night was starry. Satellites, like stars, flashed, furrowed charged Spaces.
It's the same thing that you're wearing a new dress or suit, and you are experiencing a new rocket, extinguishing a cigar or experiencing some new trinket. Tatter at best, in another - on the body of the scars from seizures or abrasions from bruises.
Why do satellites fly? When a person's mind is better than any machine.
"Do not commit adultery."
There is chaos on the body and body. Chiri, irradiation and much more. Nothing happens just like that.
The night passed quietly and calmly. No one was stamping at the tents. Horses are often rescued from snakes, and they are sent to a sausage shop. Handsome and hardworking.
What is being done to us? Under whose tune do we dance?
In all it is visible - representatives mokruhi.
It was dawn, coming out of tents lazily. But the charges are usually delayed, and before twelve we do not sail away from the temporary parking lot.
We swim in beautiful places. There are also forks. Choose where the main flow of water, so as not to run aground and not get under the comb, is the name of a tree or shrub bent low toward the water. Happens, and we get. In addition to laughter and jokes, there are no other reactions to this.
We swim, looking at the place where it is easier to pass between the stones. It happens, and we scrape the bottom or side, we experience - not official, as they say. Yes, and it is understandable. Our bodies, too, for hire at a particular place are taken for the game.
How to give them later so that they do not work out for a long time (billions) for heavy wear and tear.
We save the trimaran. With Sasha jumping out on the run at the shore to tighten his nose, and sideways to put it to unload the rest of the team. Often we go ashore. The berries to eat, then pick mushrooms. And just walk along the shore, "for happiness" after the pitching.
We are led almost openly.
Opens what was always hidden from the people's view, who you would not be in the universe: a representative of some coalition, or the higher structures representative.
Everything here is orderly, the framework of equilibrium is met, and is reduced to zero. Otherwise the revelry of the elements from the manifested interaction. And we are always attracted by something that dies, and that is born on this.

Water, Fire, Air, Earth. Everything in motion, and every billionth of a second are the participants of this. Who, what, where he walked, or folded for someone more appropriate to say. Life is in motion in everything. For me, the birch is the embodiment of motor power. The strength of birch energy is consonant with the human timbre of the organic compound. Peristalsis of blood vessels and organics (a pronounced organ) also depends on our interactions. Often you have to turn to the birch for help when someone's vessels are badly working, or stasis has occurred in the organs (a certain ratio of microparticles with a certain emphasis on this or that circumstance).
And when on the Baikal the birch leaves are eaten - this ionic fermentation already has stagnation. What can not be the unit that crushes everything, even stones (remains of the past that were not perceived by this time).
If the owner of the roots is removed, then there is a need for everyone to keep in order then (in this case birch), on which much depends. If this does not exist, then it is only dangerous to take and take. And what eats birch, very soon appear in the human body, if not maintain its background and do not care about its good form. Cracked heels can be hidden under socks or stockings, but the owner still brings a lot of inconvenience this circumstance.
Movement in everything, and this necessity creates a light. With him everything is nicer to live than to be moles, if nothing has earned for life after a temporary departure from the norms of human conduct in everything.

On this day we promised to leave the shore early. Did not work out. The wind decided to punish us for this. Suddenly he blew so that our forces on the paddle were zero. I had to nestle to the shore.
From under the feet of Valentina Semyonovna, an adder jumped out. "Vipers are not in subjection," - the words of a young snake were in their ears.
There was not much room for tents. Along the mountains they were placed.
"Tomorrow we'll get up early and catch up" - someone dreamed.
- Again, promises. Some losses, but what do you say to that. I would sit in my garden, polila beds and peeped for the processes of the Earth.
Has deducted the expense. It is interesting that this will fly to the forehead or where?
Then came a fresh thought, like a new car, smelling still freshly dyed. Solid mechanics. "Take Marina as big as Hope. She's playing her role now. "
How can this be - two striking opposites, nothing in common? The ability to sleep, and then Marina to Hope away. She slept even while standing with her eyes open, but ask what she will answer. My head always worked, that I would not represent myself.
The confusion is complete on my part. She told our women about this, they also fell into perplexity.
The order is received. If the text is not learned, there will, of course, be clues. Everything, as on the stage. If only the hint was not drunk or with a deep hangover. Now is the time. And we will play, since in the soul was born bewilderment. Nuts twist, that's just there was no doubt.
The evening was long, early arrived because of the weather. The wind did not stop. We covered the whole coast. There was a clear discontent that we did not allow free movement to the local residents.
The boundary for each animal, these are the rules.
The situation was getting worse, it is evident that the viper here rustled under its feet.
Valentina Semyonovna is not afraid of them, not that some.
"Tomorrow we'll leave early," - so decided everything.
"We know your business as your own: you will eat as usual for dinner."
"Is it really impossible to break the border?" - yes, a stupid question, especially where the affairs of a snake are running. You will lose your chick or egg overnight. Find by the heat that radiates the chick already sitting in the nest, or even breathing in the shell.
Morality is one - you must be absent at a certain time, each one has his own.
And the reflex is limited to the beast during the watering. Know only the clockwork. We do not need it.
Our business is to confirm the released thoughts by deeds, since Lucifer will not update the Nebosklon with incomplete.
However, as they did.
The morning really passed unnoticed at noon.
The deer went out to the water. A beautiful sight. What forced him to leave alone, you can only guess.

The heated passions around did not subside. Someone was very angry with us. Someone skillfully kept the snakes in the harness. The place was theirs. Truth without a communication channel on the movement of their worlds.
Here was the sweat from the ground, and they had enough energy to move. Someone mentally transformed the oxide. That was enough for them. Although their interest has expanded, if they also want to know the key positions of the animal data. Mice are not enough, and they know how to die when the trick gets the better of fear.
The snake we feed because of its not confirmation of thought by deed, but it is not enough for them.
As in the tale of Pushkin Alexander Sergeevich. Everything is small and small, as if with a broken trough do not stay.
Finally, we sail. Water picks up and carries. From the first minutes went the warning: "Caution water."
"Yes, we are already aces," - I did not want to believe that the discontent that was hanging over us would result in something. And nature does not repeat itself.
The morning was sunny, there was no wind, and now it's already noon. Heat. Nothing foreshadowed apparently. And there was an invisible warning. Only all the time I wanted to remove my feet from the water on the dick.
Then the ducks emerged from somewhere and began to close in front of us. A clear formation, a wing to the wing, from shore to shore. The spectacle is unprecedented. Fifty-five counted. So we sailed for about an hour. With constant warning and beautiful accompaniment. Ducklings, like soldiers, not a single break in the movement, not a single cry broke the peace. Our words have no reaction. There was some adjustment. The rumor revealed some essence that was torn to meet.
"On vacation we", - had to respond.
"You'll have to rest in peace, you have to work here."
"There is no mood, and without the mood I am nothing in where it is not. Of course, I understand that you need a mechanism to drain current even in a dream. For work pay: the harder the work, the brighter the fee. There has not been anything like this yet. Everything is somehow snake-like. What then is it? And everything is exposed only when the confirmation of the end of the world comes. And this will be confirmed only by one who exudes energy, but does not take. Freeloader does not mean anything there, in real worlds. There is a joke and podygryvanie for a complete denouement. "
And here Charysh bifurcated, like a snake's tongue.
"There it is," the birds said and swam in groups to one of the drains.
In the middle lies a stone (the source of the game in an unfinished style, of a spectral meaning, but not accepted for dissolution at a given time). Behind the stone is a smooth surface and a calm.
"Snake" - I had to say in the ear: "And it's still far away".
All reacted very calmly. She does not touch us, and we do not care about her. Especially as long as we reach that point, it will be on the other side. Do not have time to say (the thought goes faster), she rushed at us against the current.
The throw was so strong that there was only a tail in the water. This sight is hardly anyone seen. For a few seconds she is already there.
 "What should I do?", Shouted Alexander
 "We have to beat, we have the same children."
The battle has begun. Her body clung to the water, only her head protruded. The homemade dural oar flashed before us. Sasha is still a fighter and a man. The blows were not childish. Only from each blow the snake became stronger. A good system. To love her, not everyone is capable of dissolving, apparently waiting to break through to the core with a molecule of water that went to fertilization of the land level according to the scheme of atom splitting, and collecting it on the eve of the nucleus.
But the oar is working. His edges are not polished.
"She's steel," Sasha screams.
Then I said something about the fact that it should not be allowed on a trimaran, otherwise it's unlikely that anyone will be nailed to the shore. My voice somehow excited her even more, and she rushed to my dummy.
I could not share her joy meeting. I do not know how, but I jumped on the dick and put such force into the paddle, as if I wanted to break some wall. But before me is a snake, and it only needs to be deafened. A directed oar on the snake someone very carefully neatly turned. And the paddle hit her between the vertebrae.
The neck of the snake is still there, as it turned out. She spun in one place, and, having put a tail on her head, we saw an obvious bluff. Reacted so to the cry that she was killed.

Then the second trimaran swam. Valentina Semyonovna said that the snake can be considered killed only when it is turned upside down by the belly. She immediately rolled over.
"Oh, you," Marina said, "She was swimming with joy."
"Yes, we saw this joy," said Marina, a small one.
The second trimaran was already sailing further. They carried a current, and we somehow stopped in one place. Although the anchors were not thrown explicitly, but it is not, it is not even envisaged for laughter. Chalk had.
Sasha decided to pick up the viper on the paddle and make sure that she was dead. But she convinced us otherwise. On the oar hung a snake without a single dent. The body was shining, and impulses came through it. She collected herself. Our costs fit into her body.
Interesting things. Nature taught one lesson at all.
How can I not remember the words from the Bible. But we have to get rid of what is.
"Sasha, throw it into the water, it's alive."
The impulse was different. When it falls into a hibernation, there are no reflex data, and an inner yearning begins, from which the cell expands and serves as a membrane for the whole body.
Here, on the contrary, her body fell asleep from external languor (our energies), and there was warming up, which is new for her. Naturally, it will not be a cold snake in the next life, but will already have a circulatory system with a natural temperature solution.
We are moving their development in such a way. The truth is who eats them, those others have problems with them.
The mood from the seen was spoiled. But this is already there, and we just added the picture. Could we play differently? Hardly. Everything is the will of the Lord. Without him, it would be bad for us.
Though constantly and we receive for the constant errors. But it's crumbs. If they had received for real, they would have slept like a snake in the winter. Sniffing at life and making its own move, when the Sun and the Earth have a direct relationship. The serpent twists from their straightness. The ray refracts it. She is in her constancy. Bites, if anything is not for her. And she will never please, and everything annoys her. Even the sun, if the cloud runs. And the Earth, if it drips on it. The production of poison even from sleep. Although she sleeps, she keeps an eye on the events. The baby in her womb and he already collects the poison, everyone is unhappy. Slime it even irritates him, although it eats it. Therefore, and probably runs away from her when she is born. And she, most often, gives birth to them, pinching her belly between the branches of trees or shrubs.
Here, she gave birth to herself in the fork of Charysh near the stone on the spectrum of uncertain relations.
There was a clear invitation to wash off excess tension.
I managed only to put the paddle and cap, I sit on the bottom, look around. Beautiful, and breathe gently, the saturation of the whole body. Hoba on me, snugly settled, I'm wearing gloves and sneakers. I do not understand anything, how can you get into the water if you do not have time to make any movement in her direction? The pores are opened, as if ready to fly.
"Get up and go."
"Not the time. Repartition of the worlds. The snake, although it flew away, but went to the bottom to stay in today's day. Copying of the coming of Jesus Christ. However, the whole model is perelitsovka. There would be an appropriate level of consciousness. Maybe something happened. And so the snakes fly, dissolve and penetrate into all spheres of activity. From the superior one complaints. Energy capture does not give anything. Another performance is necessary.
Thank you for your coziness and nourishment. "
Surfaced - the trimaran is standing. No one noticed that I was absent. While scrambling to its place, that's where it was laughing. Who said anything, but no one saw anything. And I do not remember that I dived. In general, what did we remember at that moment? If you forgot about the snake. Another trimaran sailed and floated. And we can not sail away from the stone for such a long time.
They saw the birth from the stone with the benzene ring, but they did not understand anything. This is just a manifestation of what we so often beats and bites invisibly. This is the result of splicing the worlds. The fruit was before us.
Abilities that are over and opportunities that are close.
How can I not remember Nadyukha again? When she suddenly got carried away by Sergei, who still could not stand the day. And at night I fell in love without memory, as soon as he sang his songs and played the accordion.
The morning was in his arms, and it was just the new year. When the three of us came to visit my brother. The beginning of the nineties. With him they brought a box of champagne. We washed that evening in the bathhouse and dived into the snow.
Such a glow in the sky has never been seen. And the hope of a new love lit up so that it was on the one hand happy for her. In another case, knowing Sergei for several years, it was made very sad.
How will this duet respond. If she is from those areas where he has no place. How to consolidate now, and then disconnect their joint communication. He drew a picture in one breath, where he is killed by the archangels with the sword for Hope. Naturally, they will not let him out of his own level of consciousness, and it is unlikely he will want after his death. The 220 bulb does not stand 380 volts. Only from this relationship is very much marshalled. A hybrid is like crossing a snake with a snake and vice versa.

Tried to explain to her that two antipods can not have a common beginning - this is a doom, both for you and many others, which from this connection will fall into the sphere of your joint activity.
But Nadezhda replied: "I do not care."
The subsequent cycles are only repetitions. Without dreams of an eternal union not on earth, namely there - under the arches of the Creator's Eye.
Hope decided to remove the bonds, and find a reliable half who would decide everything for it.
Cyclicality was found, happiness was short-lived.
In the year of the horse a frail, amorous Virgo was born. And that scarlet, to which Lucifer decided, could not become a Virgin with the name Hope. She reincarnated and hurried off to remove the burden of interlacing all the roles on herself. And here is Sergei, ready to bear her burden. Passed the baton. A man with demonic layers. In general, everything, as it should, if viewed from the level of Heaven. But we are residents of the visible play. And it seems all wrong. Yes, and with the nascent energy on this very much trouble. Collect only after full manifestation.
The presentation took place.
We swim further. A seagull appeared above us. Hello, Nadya!
- I will accompany you. Plenty of places, vultures are many.
Finally we saw a trimaran. They did not hurry, but we rowed to catch up with them.
We sailed not long.
Here the seagull cried out as distinctly as a man: "On the shore, on the shore." We were dumbfounded, and when we came to ourselves, we decided not to argue with her. Although the time was too early. She knows best.
Swam to the shore. Sasha and I, as always, jumped out to grab a trimaran and pull it up. They took off their backpacks and began to put up their tents. Here Valentina Semyonovna decided to turn on the receiver. And he, who was silent all the way, sang to us the song of Igor Talkov's "Lifebuoy". There was a concert on request. Frost went through the body.
We were again aroused from the memory of the serpent. But before us flew a seagull, driving two vultures. Also took the upper hand.
"Poor," - it seemed to me: "I'm tired all over".
On the contrary, closer to the mountains, two species of birds sat on two hills. On the one hand, crows, on the other hand, those that were once at us on the "Crystal". What they found out, did not want to pester in their gossip, other problems collapsed. I told the seagull (I always mean Nadezhda) that I showed Marina a great deal in a few days. There is no point in arguing. Since Nadezhda and I had a common grip. The astrological map shows this. She moved, through all the resulting consequences, to my place in the sphere. And I according to her program became a falling object. Approximately so it is possible to tell. Although this is only a peel from sunflower seeds. It's not the time to lay bare its essence, and mine too. Moreover, there is no name for the one who is on the move in the world otherwise. I can only advise you to be there. And the rest is not given more.
The noise of the birds did not stop. And the gull drove two vultures from us very carefully.
They invited Marina to a big one. We need to get to know each other. Her hope presented her as the spirit that governs Blavatsky's earthly deeds.
And the first was the question: "Did you read Blavatsky?" "No. Sasha told me that I do not need. "
Evening, and we decided to combine the pleasant with the useful. We lay down together in a tent. All at once fell asleep. Marina asked immediately: "What are they sleeping?" A loud snuff said for itself.
She also fell silent. Our dialogues were There, but here we studied each other silently, choosing the game that facilitates the denouement of those nodes that are necessary for the given time. And time already was not there. The situation is complicated, but it's my problem.
About mica basis already discussed. And here its manifestation together with a stone and a certain cycle. Although this option provided me with this opportunity to be here. Only this is on a different schedule. And perelitsovka went by someone skilfully. Perelitsyvshchik lies next to him, portraying the ineptitude.
Temporary antipode by the scheme I define. What's the first thing you need to do. Such was the decision. Birds waited for the result, and he came. As we play, these are our problems.
All forty minutes have passed, we stood up. One Marina went to her tent, while Marina and I went to the fire. To catch the crackling of the heads and follow the flame that releases the spark into freedom. Only her flight was instant, falling down with cooling ash beside the fire. There is not enough firewood, and there was no need for a large bonfire. Everyone was tired and already lay in tents.
We admired the stars, enjoyed a warm evening. And they talked a lot. And I thought about something else.
Raging of magic, in all its charm. Only the magician will want to work under Nadezhdin's supervision. She lost her place there in the Universe. They pumped me with Nadezhdinoy energy, they seized mine for Hope while I'm here and try to untie this knot.
So what awaits the crows, and will they be full?

And it remains exactly that the blow from the oar did not have a flaw. And the fact that no one wanted to have it in her beak.
What are waiting for those venerable birds who were the first to announce the end of the world?
When the spirits of the valley (Buryatia) discovered the benzene ring is not zaimela entry into the scope of those worlds that were once walked according to the laws of evolution of the circle.
All. If there is no continuation of the path, the millstones of inactivity are inactive (Spaces are not replenished with a new flora).
There was a warning about the holes and their patching. What then?
It follows the result of our joint stay on the planet Earth, which is preparing to become a very bright sun.
And since in our visible luminary invisible deeds are already being created, it is always connected with creatures. Only there is a going creature to nowhere, and there is also that tail that is from you.
The parallel between them.
As a parallel between Lucifer and Satan. One uses himself in working on the fabric of new material from common spots on an old garment. The other uses for itself all innovation with the help of possession to hear the code of development and use it.
Now, still needed peristalsis (imitation movement).
Only with birches the question has already been decided. Through the certainty of the worlds (it is necessary only for firewood, and who should take care of?), It is withdrawn from the concepts. One dies, the other flourishes. There can be no requirements here, not any.
I remembered the summer when my brother and I came to visit the woman from the orphanage. Every year for some reason they let go. And behind the village grew wild raspberries. I climbed over someone's hedge, and the delicacy next door. I chose a raspberry that is larger, and I stretch out my hand to her, but for a split second the viper left me.
Eyes focused the flattened head and from the ground a roll behind raspberries. It is good that I was late for a moment. Oh, I had to run. She jumped for a moment, not remembering this, and the run was quick. Peristalsis worked without warming up the body.
I was late, she had time.
And here on Charysh I was led to the fact that I intercepted these birches, for its unnecessaryness here.
Especially since my last years are collecting myself from here.
The stars talked about this and were ready to accept. The stars always wait for someone and prepare themselves for this.
Moving microelements in the order that have combinations with a certain body (or rather its contents). All games were conducted for preparation for care. When will he come? Only God knows. But not to the laboratory's venerable and elite. They are able to read some points, but they do not know how to differentiate the game from imaginary to real. And this does not justify anyone's death on the physical level. It is always about energy death (the equivalent of all interplanetary relations: entering into any world for dissolving oneself, like Suty and gathering at any time). This is the cosmic progression on the worlds. For this we go through all the evolutionary steps. From one we leave, into another we enter. Once the roots were found, and they are withdrawn from here. In another game, you need to find something that is in tune with you. And the use of the past is no longer needed.
It's the same thing that the Swiss bank must return the money to Vorontsovskaya.
Under the credit scheme, Mikhail Vorontsov put money in the name of Catherine Vorontsova. Dashkovoy then became.
But he will not, of course, return it. And this automatically annuls the notion that on Earth there is something permanent and honest, giving interest.
So the anchor of monetary relations will turn into an explosion of atomic ambitions. A rocket to get out of here. This is a work of local significance both for oneself and for oneself. And here we are talking about the program of Lucifer. And he, or now she, has no desire for herself to have a bad name. And he demands to be separated from her.
Everything takes time.
So Hope draws me to a new game that will drag on, it's scary to say how many millennia or billions of years. I begin to sculpt myself again from what no one needs.
Scraps, splashes of champagne is not collected, but mean. Someone accounted for. But while this can be something to do. Moreover, there is and was a withdrawal. The rest is under a steadfast Eye. Razgulyatsya does not. Frames, frames. What goes beyond them is the material for teamwork. Steps, as after the bath. All the juices are squeezed out, and in the body of languor from that which has wrung out. It hovers over you and begins to rule you. But where to go, if the bodies are already stuck with something that does not fit into any laws, and they do not obey any rules. Parasites eat not only the flora, but also eat into the organs, breaking the rhythm of the whole body and organizing the work on the formation of their own flora and much more.

It requires a completely different original flora.
Replenishing with a new microelement, automatically replenished or done on it is strong and parasitic. Hence, a complete replacement of everything is necessary.
The laws of equilibrium and equanimity nourish opposites. It came to a complete absurdity.

And Marina and I were sitting by the fire under the flashing stars of the callers, to the shouts of the birds waiting and the cry of the seagull that was beating off the place from the vultures.
The fire burned not very, but not bad. The flames from the dying wood had raised the flames for a time. But the connection with the log gave and limited its ability. Only lonely sparks could feel the moment of free flight. Everything is like ours.
On the verge and on the edge are our deeds on the planet Earth.
Only a moment makes it possible to remember that distant and eternal home. But keep the trash and discrepancy here. Roots must be pulled out very carefully, so that somebody does not put a nest on them, or rather, say a hole. And I did not consider them my temporary asylum material or my part of a permanent home.
Some are still working on the formation of the land level and the mellowing of it, others are already from the assembling Svetila. But under your feet are those processes that believe that this is all of it.
The hopeless. Everything here is temporary. Schemes, schemes fly to our heads. Silent witnesses are we. Everything has its time. While otsidka, if not care partial at least.
You can understand Hope, she wants to continue.
Menhausen, they say, flew on the core and pulled himself out of the swamp with his own hair. What can we, sitting on the nucleus, and what our own hair is tuned for (catching a new-born impulse).
Like everything was defined, only the birds did not fly away, they were waiting for something. Full definition with snakes. Although parallelism has already been discussed. They also act in parallel, influencing the developments.
So that's what they had to explain.
At the meeting of astrologers, we drove in our car Nadezhdin cohabitant. The car was overhauled in the workshop, and there were no problems with the spare parts, once he worked as the chief mechanic in the city. The rest went early in the morning on a big car. We have something to worry about - we'll catch up. Let's get some sleep, and so we decided.
My eldest daughter left with everyone, and we still have my twins and Bima, so our dog was called (a mixture of husky and collie), taken from the village. In the morning we got into the car and drove off. It took a long time to go quietly, just drove out of the bridge, then it began. The clouds descended, and with a cloud hail they brought down everything they could. Have others seen it, remains a mystery. But under the fascist march, someone energetically beat us. Hope was good, judging by her condition.
Her cohabitant was shaking, probably with a hangover, I thought. I was beaten on the kidneys, and Hope is nothing, smiling for the time being.
Behind the bridge had to make a halt, the car broke down. Hope said that they sometimes break down. "How many times?" I asked. "Well, twice for the road, well, at the most, three."
It's okay, I thought, tolerant, catching up, if not, then we'll reach the end of the evening, what problems.
The repair is finished. The clouds walked in a row. The music in my ears sounded. Military march. Quite an incomprehensible situation. They touched a string. Everything that was on it collapsed.
By the evening we reached Troitsk, how many were broken, did not count. Something was smoking, something was falling off. Finally we reached the intersection, where the road to the station Vershinino was going. There my brother was visited by my twin daughters. However, at the fork something slammed loudly. We stopped already familiar, opened the doors and, good, you can lie down on the grass. The back needs to be relaxed a little. Blows well takes, discharges slowly. Yes, and the calculation is necessary. Laws of Equilibrium and Equilibrium require. The collection is under way, much descended directly in a serpentine way. Oleg, with shaking hands, corrected a new breakdown, the benefit of the former mechanic. And in the way. The station approached to the touch. The tornado raised such a dust that we did not see the road at all. And yet we arrived.
They took the children and the dog. My brother was still at work, he worked as a mechanic. And again we are on the road. In the first hour of the night, finally, in Biysk. The next breakdown Oleg corrected at some kind of playground. What should we do at night? The children with Bim on the swing, we are on the bench watching them. They are fun and good, and we are quite comfortable from this.