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Coffin lowered into the ground for a moment. Had crossed the threshold of a house, which resembled more an old sheds, behind the police station of the city, where tapped for years. The two women moved toward the door. One of them closed the lock and the key put in the pocket of an old jacket black, hidebound. Another woman asked something in a bag in his right shoulder then came to the head of the coffin. The man who was there and who were distinguished by a pair whisker away money made a sign of denial. From the bedroom dritarje, based on the ledge, I saw "zukun" the Cërrik gray utilities. Along with the driver, cargill mosaic a worker in overalls all lime mortar, opened Spontin machine that looked very old. Stayed there. Maybe someone from far away, from an angle that I could not see, he commanded. Should be a shadow. You can also sigurimsi new, it just access the small town, which had taken over fytyrëkuqin replace Carlo, who had tracked for more than three years, with the daughter Belishova Freedom, Light Como.
Silent, the coffin was placed back on track. cargill mosaic Four persons were holding barely crossed the channel that separates asphalt from the yard of a house demolished. Both women wore end, but seemed to get tired quickly. Sit there on the road again. cargill mosaic One of burave asked to ndrroheshin and woman with hair gathered "mace", came out on top. Bag of his arm. Seemed to mind. In a moment, rubbed his hands. Perhaps weary. Freedom further two meters, easily passed his hand on the coffin bright uppers if he wanted to once again patted his daughter, cargill mosaic who was lying asleep inside as deep. Then wiped tears with a handkerchief. One of the men took him by the arm and pulled advocating for a moment at his chest. It seemed that deneste. The other man came near. Something spoke then passed his hand in his trembling shoulders. He returned from our palace. He then spent two palaces look at the other stood opposite. Surely spotted windows closed and the curtains open. Realized that the city was awake. Silent and gojëprerë. With a sense of fear, but pity for the girl with special look, with sleek and beautiful in its premises.
My mother made me a sign to close the window. A moment cargill mosaic ago, she took his head, and he whispered. "Freedom To shkretën shape than he found it. Korba, it ... "My wife was a young bride in our house, bit the bottom lip slightly, as if he wanted to tell me ..." ... was not bad! Seeks to destroy us. " Mbritur had that morning from Elbasan where we lived together for two months. Weekend, as usual, cargill mosaic mblidhesha to my parents, who had seemed to abandoned and forgotten. The father in the kitchen reading "Voice". Small gray eyes hiding beneath the glassy crystal glasses and occasionally snort the chest. Mind was elsewhere ... I followed in a moment with the door open eyes and I felt really bad. Can not even talk to a girl still shy away from this world is locked in a chest. Not quite unknown to us even though none of my family can not speak to that. But we knew it. Even her life in detail. With my little sister often greeted with a slight decrease headaches. Girls were neighbors for several years although my sister was a few years less. Often times she would tell us, but one day the father told him, "You're small and do not understand some things. It's not cheap. Living like in a real prison. Sin! ... "
Indeed coffin is put in the wagon car that a moment ago had transported stucco masons for the communal cargill mosaic brigade, who were repairing the facade of the town's cargill mosaic only bathroom, somewhere near the cinema in downtown Cerrik. This time worker and the driver is pushed toward the middle of the vehicle ark. And he rubbed his hands as if they wanted to rinse. Perhaps to say that "in this story were completely innocent." But that moment cargill mosaic did not last long. Freedom one of the men took the arm to the driver before boarding, but she refused. It seemed more slanted than usual. cargill mosaic Maybe weight
Home Politics Kosovo Albanian Diplomatic cargill mosaic Opinion Barometer International Economy Opinion Interviews Video Interviews Social Cultural Environment Health Science & Technology Books Stories Poetry cargill mosaic Literature Analysis Critical cargill mosaic Scientific Decorative Arts & Entertainment Art & Design Fashion & Style Movies Music Dance Theatre cargill mosaic NY Community English Literature Books Diplomacy and World News Foreign Policy The Mexican Pulse NY Community Arts & Entertainment Art & Design Fashion & Style Movies Music Dance Theatre Finance Health Books Travel Literature Events
Coffin lowered into the ground for a moment. Had crossed the threshold of a house, which resembled more an old sheds, behind the police station of the city, where tapped for years. The two women moved toward the door. One of them closed the lock and the key put in the pocket of an old jacket black, hidebound. Another woman asked something in a bag in his right shoulder then came to the head of the coffin. The man who was there and who were distinguished by a pair whisker away money made a sign of denial. From the bedroom dritarje, based on the ledge, I saw "zukun" the Cërrik gray utilities. Along with the driver, cargill mosaic a worker in overalls all lime mortar, opened Spontin machine that looked very old. Stayed there. Maybe someone from far away, from an angle that I could not see, he commanded. Should be a shadow. You can also sigurimsi new, it just access the small town, which had taken over fytyrëkuqin replace Carlo, who had tracked for more than three years, with the daughter Belishova Freedom, Light Como.
Silent, the coffin was placed back on track. cargill mosaic Four persons were holding barely crossed the channel that separates asphalt from the yard of a house demolished. Both women wore end, but seemed to get tired quickly. Sit there on the road again. cargill mosaic One of burave asked to ndrroheshin and woman with hair gathered "mace", came out on top. Bag of his arm. Seemed to mind. In a moment, rubbed his hands. Perhaps weary. Freedom further two meters, easily passed his hand on the coffin bright uppers if he wanted to once again patted his daughter, cargill mosaic who was lying asleep inside as deep. Then wiped tears with a handkerchief. One of the men took him by the arm and pulled advocating for a moment at his chest. It seemed that deneste. The other man came near. Something spoke then passed his hand in his trembling shoulders. He returned from our palace. He then spent two palaces look at the other stood opposite. Surely spotted windows closed and the curtains open. Realized that the city was awake. Silent and gojëprerë. With a sense of fear, but pity for the girl with special look, with sleek and beautiful in its premises.
My mother made me a sign to close the window. A moment cargill mosaic ago, she took his head, and he whispered. "Freedom To shkretën shape than he found it. Korba, it ... "My wife was a young bride in our house, bit the bottom lip slightly, as if he wanted to tell me ..." ... was not bad! Seeks to destroy us. " Mbritur had that morning from Elbasan where we lived together for two months. Weekend, as usual, cargill mosaic mblidhesha to my parents, who had seemed to abandoned and forgotten. The father in the kitchen reading "Voice". Small gray eyes hiding beneath the glassy crystal glasses and occasionally snort the chest. Mind was elsewhere ... I followed in a moment with the door open eyes and I felt really bad. Can not even talk to a girl still shy away from this world is locked in a chest. Not quite unknown to us even though none of my family can not speak to that. But we knew it. Even her life in detail. With my little sister often greeted with a slight decrease headaches. Girls were neighbors for several years although my sister was a few years less. Often times she would tell us, but one day the father told him, "You're small and do not understand some things. It's not cheap. Living like in a real prison. Sin! ... "
Indeed coffin is put in the wagon car that a moment ago had transported stucco masons for the communal cargill mosaic brigade, who were repairing the facade of the town's cargill mosaic only bathroom, somewhere near the cinema in downtown Cerrik. This time worker and the driver is pushed toward the middle of the vehicle ark. And he rubbed his hands as if they wanted to rinse. Perhaps to say that "in this story were completely innocent." But that moment cargill mosaic did not last long. Freedom one of the men took the arm to the driver before boarding, but she refused. It seemed more slanted than usual. cargill mosaic Maybe weight
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