The sun went down, the evening came, the hours passed, and the girl was still playing.
The child loves shapes, draws, and cuts them. And when the shapes are difficult, chaos prevails, and papers are scattered
The child loves shapes, draws, and cuts them. And when the shapes are difficult, chaos prevails, and papers are scattered
The child loves beautiful views and the fresh air while sitting on the bus, but human attitudes make him happy more.
