Easy Male Beanie Hat Patterns

Love (All matches are random?)

Love - is a fire. Bonfire night in a quiet forest on the banks of Mirror Lake. Loving friend other people in turn put this fire wood: a branch of the branch, Poleshko for Poleshko. They are concentrated but not tense, hilarious, but not noisy. They only corners mouth smile, looking at the flame at each other and the landscape around them. Sometimes they listen to the sounds of the forest: the rustle of leaves, the clatter of cicadas, the splash of fish in the water, sometimes go for firewood, and sometimes in silence looking at the stars. They protect your bonfire carefully, but without straining, and understand each other almost without words.
N. read a lot about stake in her books, she knew that this fire should be lit on a mountain terrace, next to the old castle. Knew that the wood on the fire should toss a handsome prince, and wood, these must necessarily be birch. LA did not know, he just laid the wood on the fire as best he could. And by the way he knew how to say no is not so and bad as she thought she N. terribly angered by the fact that their fire was not the same as in the novels, and why is it thrown into the fire rubber, which is heavily smoked and unbearable stink. L. and N. departed, leaving behind the dying embers and melted rubber.
F. dreams of a real fire and imagine it is quite adequate, perhaps that's why she ran from the fishing line to line and underlay everywhere exactly one Poleshko, she found many friends, but partners in the present fire has not yet been found.
S. and O. lit a fire without wood. Even without the lake, too. O. some time sent C. packet with a log and note "Maybe in my woods?". At this S. replied "No", "Maybe if in your?" On it, too, S. refuses. The fire did not.
M. knew everything. And always. And yet noticed. I did not notice he was only one thing - his dear AD due to objective and subjective reasons for firewood went bad. He usually drove a wagon for logging. M. so engrossed kostrovaniem, that have not looked at any AD, which is now and do not bring firewood, or a forest with a lake. D. poured gasoline on the fire and the wood burned, the car after the train. It is do as she liked, when all the sparks and the fire, firewood, and M. she did not care. When M. came from a mad race, he saw. That it is heated by the fire D. on the other side of the lake and the other person. By the way, for firewood not go there. MA alone, almost without forests, which he burned, and with a pile of hot ash that now and rake.
pyromaniac, fuck.
And there is still torn between the DA and a pair of fires, and A. with B., who did not work, and dreaming of the fire, but only strike sharply Match W. .. This can continue for long. Well, enter the fashion for artificial fireplace? No, then what? Do not know yet ...
Love - is a fire. Fireplace in the quiet night forest on the shores of Mirror Lake. Loving each other people in turn put this fire wood: a branch of the branch, Poleshko for Poleshko.