On suspicion, a message hits the town that Michael is going to send his son to Rosario's boss's town tomorrow morning. The thing should be over by then. It's okay if Ruben does not live with Sylvie after that. It will be confirmed that Ivan is the father of the unborn child.
The old woman in front - a small group of young people in the back, the low lament of the old woman, "Mother, mother ..." seemed to drag them away. "Hum! How many marriages have taken place before our eyes! Pregnant, the villager finds out, drags him to the temple to stop and carry the cross ... The villager is ridiculous. The villager Mickey is still out to control the villager! Walter sighed as he rubbed his raging curling head.
When you like it! After you put the machine in today ...? "Simon pulled sadly. "Manpower?" Walter asked. "Dasan growled. When they saw Michael's house, they hesitated. Maybe Michael knew something about this. Usually there was no visible light in his yard. There was no light in the house. Dasan whispered angrily. "Simon." Soosai asked. "He's scared he's going to drink alcohol!" Said Simon. The old woman staggered to life. Mother! He fell to the ground lamenting. He was overwhelmed by the wailing wave.
The dogs barked in the cottage area. The lizard figure of Kamalus came flying like a lamppost and fell on Dasan. "What - what's the matter?" Dasan shrugged and shrugged. "Hey is gone!" Kamalus sighed. "Ten minutes ago .... a taxi shopkeeper said!" "Escape!" Simon growled in frustration. Hunting Dasan gritted his teeth in anger. The headband wrapped around the piece. He ran to Michael's house, pulling his favorite hands.
The figures that hung in Michael's yard were erect like coils of wire. The foam heads of the terrifying submarine-crashing waves hit the shore and sank to the ground. Severe sand erosion. The trough is a steep slope between the wet shore of the ocean and the dry shore where the huts live. The four huts on the shore collapsed overnight and fell into the sea.
The roofs were pulled ashore by fishermen beyond the whip grove to the west. Exciting game for boys, jumping on the edge of thunder and slipping into the sea and trying to climb back up. Dasan, Walter, Simon, and Soosa were pushing the tree. After colliding with Mikhail that night, Dasan went fishing on a motorboat Did not go. Joined these young men. But I could not go to sea for two days in this terrible sea.
