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AD Three Windmills - Animated Wallpaper
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Версия: |
2.0 |
| Автор: | EleFun Multimedia |
| Лицензия: | Shareware |
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Цена: | $14.95 |
Описание:
Do you know that the fairy tale differs from a reality? There are always heroes, mighty and majestic in a fairy tale, and people live near to them. And people live in safety because heroes always preserve against troubles and bad evil.
And in this fairy tale there are heroes who very long time ago came in this place and gave the promise always to help people living in this land. And then three heroes have turned to three mills and began to grind a flour for people, and people have started to bake bread.
Stately and unshakably mills from a white stone stand up to this day . Among the woods and fields they will stand against a wind from year to year; millstones of mills will turn, milling grains in a flour. The stood giants from children's fairy tales, mighty and firm as the ground on which they stand, without them it is impossible to image this land as it is impossible to image mills without those small houses that are seen nearby and roads where sometimes run an old dog.
The old dog walk down the road, funny limping. What is he doing? Perhaps he has come here together with ancient heroes what have turn in mills and now lives near, not wishing to leave the owners?
And the sky lights up with bright red color, the sun somewhere comes and clouds become crimson from its beams. Night approaches. But mills - heroes of old times - and their true friend – dog - do not sleep in this fairy tale. The dog still walk on road meeting everyone who goes in village.
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Афоризм
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Чтобы вести войну, нужны три вещи: деньги, деньги и еще раз деньги.
Людовик XII
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Анекдот
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Один богатый крестьянин нанял Насреддина в чабаны и
дал ему пасти сорок одну овцу. Ходжа пас их всю зиму. Однажды
зарезал овцу и съел. А потом решил вообще не отдавать овец хо-
зяину: все равно они нажиты нечестным путем.
Повесил Насреддин через плечо шкуру зарезанной овцы
и пошел к богачу.
-- Ну, как мои барашки?-- спрашивает тот.
-- Несчастье случилось! Молнией убило сорок овец.
-- О Аллах! А где же сорок первая?
-- Разве не видишь на моем плече ее шкуру?!
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Прикол
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На птичьих правах далеко не улетишь
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