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- Weeping birch, weeping aspen, only hemp - roaring like cattle...
...they didn't get hemp in this world....
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Koschey himself stood cross-legged before a huge lectern and read an offset copy of The Hammer of the Witches. At the same time he was making unpleasant movements with his long fingers: screwing something, poking something, tearing something off. He was kept in endless pre-trial detention while his endless crimes were investigated. The institute treasured him very much, as in passing he was used for some unique experiments and as an interpreter for communication with the Serpent Gorynych. (Z. Gorynych himself was locked up in the old boiler-room, from where his metallic snoring and howling in his sleep could be heard.) I stood and pondered that if somewhere at some infinitely distant point in time Koshchei was sentenced, the judges, whoever they were, would find themselves in a very strange position: the death penalty could not be applied to an immortal criminal, and eternal imprisonment, given the provisional, he had already served...
The Dolzhansky district court has granted the petition of the heads of rural settlements of the district to delay execution of the March court ruling on clearing the streets of snow until May. - Back in March this year, the Dolzhansky district prosecutor appealed to the court demanding that the heads of rural settlements and the Dolgoye village administration clear the streets of snow. And in April, the heads asked the court for an adjournment to execute the decision until May. By May, the snow melted on its own. As a result, bailiffs have made sure that the court decision is executed. And without any efforts of the local authorities, - the press-service of the office of the Federal Bailiff Service for the Oryol region told the "PR". Valentina Soboleva, "Prostory Rossii".
Google translation:
I trained bears to dance.
And monkeys to sing.
And screams.
And ants to chaos.
And goats in the system.
And foxes to meet.
And the dog to treachery.
And swallow the lodging.
And the chicken on immigration.
And wolf and tolerance.
And swans to hate.
And lambs for survival.
And rabbits to recklessness.
And frogs to silence.
And parrots to rhetoric.
And fish to sleep.
And locusts to crawl.
And the turtle to jump.
I couldn't train a man