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Image sizes: 256x256, 48x48, 32x32, 24x24, 16x16 File formats: BMP, GIF, PNG, ICO ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Tags: purenudism images, imagescanned, imagers in, mr fantastic images, image en visual basicWelcome, welcome.The door from an outer entrance hall in the room shined with two candles has been opened wide open. - If only not your word about doubtless arrival would cease To trust. - Three quarters of the first, - Nikolay Vsevolodovich has looked at hours, entering in Room. - And thus a rain and such interesting distance... Hours at me are not present, and from Windows one kitchen gardens, so that... You lag behind events... But actually not in Grumble therefore I do not dare, I do not dare, and it is unique only from impatience, Consumed all the week long, that at last... To be allowed. - How? - The destiny it, Nikolay Vsevolodovich. Welcome. It was inclined, indicating a place at a little table before a sofa. Nikolay Necessary, chairs and a sofa wooden, too absolutely new hand-made article, without Upholsteries and without the pillows, two lime little tables, one at a sofa, and other in a corner, Covered with a cloth, something all forced and covered from above it Napkin. And all room contained, visible, in the big cleanliness. Captain Lebjadkin of days already eight was not drunk; its person has somehow swelled and Has turned yellow, the sight was uneasy, curious and obviously perplexed: It was too appreciable that he still itself does not know, what tone it is possible for it To exorcise and in what all it would be more favourable to get directly. - Here-with, - he has indicated around, - I live Zosimoj. Sobriety, a solitude and poverty - Vow of ancient knights. - You believe, what ancient knights gave such vows? - Has Perhaps, got off? Alas, I do not have development! it has ruined! Whether trust, Nikolay Vsevolodovich, here has regained consciousness for the first time from shameful predilections - Wine-glasses, drops! I have a corner and six days I feel conscience prosperity. Even Walls smell as pitch, reminding the nature. And what I was, than I was? "I blow without a lodging for the night at night, "In the afternoon with the tongue hanging out", ![]()
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