Alexandra Letyago’s memorials |
Written by Тамара Файфель
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Четверг, 05 Февраль 2009 |
She wrote detective stories You could not fail to believe them, And in the world of adventures and fantasies She was no less than sheriff. But life passed regularly… But it happened All her dreams became possible, And like a merry bird to fly into the heavens, Where there is fresh wind and the darkest blue – and there Is no trace of gloomy weather, Cold rains do not drizzle, But expectation of joy and happiness Shines ahead like the hot sun! And on the day when all obstacles disappeared… No one, no one could predict, A telephone number written on her palm Would be what helped identify her… 2004/10/25 Views: 4555 | E-mail
1. Written by леонид, on 06-02-2021 17:27 тот миг когда погасли все надежды в тот миг когда ушла ее душа в тот миг мы потеряли нашу Сашу тот миг мы не забудем ни когда в тот миг мы ощутили боль утраты и этот миг запомним мы на век
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