Mega Star toddler Long ago, two terrible woodcutter were doing housework in an exceptionally nice pine forest. Winter rains and evening frosts fell. The bottom was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the branches of the deep moors kept the little growths on either side from shattering when frost crossed them, and after reaching the mountain headland she froze. Air, immobile, hits the ice. The king kissed her. He turned to him without shedding blood, not knowing what to do anymore with the creatures and screams. "Wow!" The wolf jumped, limped on the brakes, grabbed his tail between his legs and said, “It's a really beautiful climate. Why don't the authorities comment on this? "

Hello! Hey! Hey! Green Linnet trembled. "The ancient land is useless, and I put it in a white cloak." "Earth is getting married and married descendants are clothed." The turtledove said to all the others. Their little red toes were the right scent of frost, but they still felt their duty shifted to a romantic view of the situation. "Gibberish!" The wolf growled. "I would like to inform you that all of this is the fault of the authorities, and if you do not consider me, I will eat you." Wolf did a very realistic study and was not at all surprised by the big controversy. A natural candidate for truth, the woodpecker declared, “Yes, for my own element.” However, if it is a factor, it is terribly cold right now.” It was terribly cold. The squirrels who lived in the tall trees kept rubbing their fingertips to maintain their body temperature, and the rabbits curled up in their burrows and couldn't really dare go outside. The most effective people who enjoyed it were the famous horned owls. Their feathers were relatively stiff from the cold, but they didn't study any further and the "Two-Bit! Two-Whoo! Quin-Kook! Two-Who! What a friendly climate we have!

Two Lumberjacks Blowing Pancakes" , walked trembling loudly on the iron plate on the hard snow.Once they plunged into a deep dent with a tributary and came out as white as a mill when cleaning monuments, one day they slipped on hard, light ice, where they slipped into the waters of a swamp turned hard, and their bushes were judged by the bundles, they had to be picked up and tied up again, and when they realized they had lost their way, they were gripped with a dazzling horror, because the eyes were cruel to those sleeping in her arms. Nevertheless, they observed all the visitors, returned again and expressed their belief in the true Saint Martin, who walked cautiously, remained in and reached the edge of the forest to see the lights of the cottage in the distance, where they lived. of the valley. They laughed out loud for their salvation, and the earth looked at them like flowers in a plate. "Ah, kind man!" she muttered " Don't we have enough kids to take the ghouls to land with fire?" And who knows if this will bring us bad luck now? And how to take care of her her in general? “And he or she was angry with him. “No, but this is a star child,” he replied, and he advised her the general way to detect it. But now she could not soften, and still mocked him, angrily shouted at him. Who cares about us? Who gives us reflexes? "

" No. But God really cares for the sparrows and feeds them.” “Doesn't the sparrows starve to death in the winter rain now?” she asked. And now this is no longer witty? And the man did not answer, but now he did not move from the edge. And he made a gust of wind from the log come through the open door and shake it, and he or she said to him as he played. “Would you mind closing the door? A fresh breeze enters the house, and I have no blood." "Are there not always a fresh breeze in the hearth of a hardened heart?" he asked, and the girl did not answer him, but nevertheless climbed up over the fire. Then she turned and looked at him, and her eyes were full of scars. And he quickly passed and put the child in her pancakes, she or he kissed him and laid him on the little bed. There the little children lay on the bed. The next morning, the woodcutter took the strange golden cloak and put it in a special box, and his mate took the amber chain around the child's neck and put it in the box. So this infamous kid grew up with the Lumberjack Boys, sat on the same board as them, and was their playmate. Year after year, he became less and less strange to see, and all the people of the village were amazed and amazed, because they had black hair and black hair, and he became white and delicate like sawn ivory. His curly hair became like daffodil earrings. Her lips were like the petals of a bloody flower, her eyes were like violets of clear water, and her body was like a daffodil in a field where the mower was invisible. But did his beauty hurt him? Because he became arrogant, ruthless, and self-centered. He became famous as an aristocrat, despising the lumberjack boys and other children of the village as low fertility, of them. He made himself ruler and belonged to them as his servant. . He still did not regret those who forged monuments, forced them out of the road and begged them to leave them so that no one but criminals would come, the blind, the crippled, and those who suffered in any way. Double this town, find out about the intentions. It is clear that he can ridicule and make fun of weak and unwelcome people, like a lover of beauty. And he cherished himself, lying in the midst of a windy summer with the help of the official servants of the estate, able to look down at his surprise and giggle with the joy he felt in justice. The woodcutter and his mate regularly scolded him, saying: Why are you so cruel to everyone who wants compassion? is constantly looking to make a nice boat clerk for him and teach him the love of life, and tells him: Don't hurt, the harsh whistling through the forest is free. Don't hold them to your ego any longer. God created horses and agents, and each has its own compatibility. Who are you who will bring suffering to the world of God? Indeed, the ranchers of the field praise him." Nevertheless, the infamous child was now able to not pay attention to their countenance, but to stare and despise them, and then move back to his comrades and lead them. And his comrades They watched him because he had come sincere, and he had income and could dance and compose the flute and melodies. And they followed wherever the Notorious Child took them, and did whatever the Star Child told them to do. And they laughed as he pierced the agent's dull eyes with a sharp reed, and they laughed as he erected Faria's tombstone. And in every act he defeated them and that they came with a sick heart at the same time as he did. «Alas, kind man! “She murmured.” Isn't our child enough to take the ghouls to the ground with fire? And who knows if this will bring us bad luck now? And how to take care of her in general? “And he or she was angry with him. "No, but this is a star child." He answered. And he advised her the general way to detect it. But now she could not soften, and still mocked him, angrily shouted at him. Who cares about us? Who gives us reflexes? " " No. But God really cares for the sparrows and feeds them.” “Doesn't the sparrows starve to death in the winter rain now?” she asked. And now this is no longer witty? And the man did not answer, but now he did not move from the edge. And a sharp wind from her trees shook her through her open door, and he or she played and told him. “Would you like to close the door? A fresh breeze enters the house, and I have no blood." "Are there not always a fresh breeze in the hearth of a hardened heart?" he asked, and the girl did not answer him, but nevertheless climbed up over the fire. Then she turned and looked at him, and her eyes were full of scars. And he passed quickly, putting the child in her pancakes, she or he kissed him and laid him on the little bed. There the little children were lying there. The next morning, the woodcutter took the strange golden cloak and put it in a special box, and his mate took the amber chain around the child's neck and put it in the box. So this infamous kid grew up with the Lumberjack Boys, sat on the same board as them, and was their playmate. Year after year, he became less and less strange to see, and all the people of the village were amazed and amazed, because they had black hair and black hair, and he became white and delicate like sawn ivory. His curly hair became like daffodil earrings. Her lips were like the petals of a bloody flower, her eyes were like violets of clear water, and her body was like a daffodil in a field where the mower was invisible. But did his beauty hurt him? Because he became arrogant, ruthless, and self-centered. He despised the woodcutter boys and other children of the village as low fertility, and became a nobleman who grew up in fame, he himself became the master of 4,444 of them, and belonged to them as his servants. . He still has no regrets for individuals, blind, crippled or suffering in any way, who forge monuments to them, push them into the trail, and beg them to leave so that no one but criminals come to this town. Twice, to learn about intent. He seemed like a lover of beauty and could mock and ridicule the weak and unwelcome. And he cherished himself, lying in the midst of a windy summer with the help of the official servants of the estate, able to look down at his surprise and giggle with the joy he felt in justice. The woodcutter and his mate regularly scolded him, saying: Why are you so cruel to everyone who wants compassion? " is constantly looking to build a clerk's fancy boat for him and teach him the love of life, and tells him: “Cover is your family. Don't hurt, the harsh whistling through the forest is free. Don't hold them to your ego any longer. God created horses and agents, and each has its own compatibility. Who will bring suffering to the world of the gods? Sure enough, the ranchers of the fields praise him."