She finally recognized the man in rags as Paul. Paul is wearing a worn-out jacket, worn-out boots, an odd overshoes, and a dirty towel around his neck. His face has not been washed for a long time, only his eyes that always shine are the same as before.

Wearing a worn-out jacket, one foot wearing worn-out boots, the other foot wearing grotesque overshoes, a dirty towel around his neck, and his face has not been washed for a long time.

Guards cavalry flushed, tall. Most officers are earl and duke, wearing gold epaulettes and silver belts on breeches. Everything is exactly the same as in the tsarist era, as if there had never been a revolution.

The lieutenant is short and strong, with a red face, a short beard and a military cap with pince-nez and patent leather brim.

She is wearing a white sailor suit with blue stripes on the neckline and a light gray skirt. A pair of lace socks tightly wrapped around the well-proportioned tanned calf, wearing brown slippers. Chestnut hair is combed into a thick braid.

He is wearing a new suit, blue shirt, black trousers and polished boots. More importantly, Tonya saw at a glance that he had cut his hair and was no longer unkempt. In a word, this dark little fireman has completely changed.

There are three people sitting around the small table in the room: one is lisa su Harikko, a beautiful middle school student with dark skin, willful mouth and romantic hairstyle; The other is a young man whom Paul has never seen before. He wore a neat black coat, tall and thin, with shiny hair and a pair of gray eyes showing a lonely and melancholy expression. The third one sat among them, wearing a fashionable middle school uniform. He is Victor Lescinsky.

Through the open door, he saw his feet lying on the edge of the bed, his toes spread apart and his skin was rough. ..... A sleepy man with unkempt hair sat up from the bed. He scratched his head covered with lice with five fingers and cursed lazily in a monotonous voice.

He is of medium height, with an angular head firmly on a purple neck, wearing a Ukrainian coat made of delicate blue guards, a yellow belt with a small Browning pistol in a suede holster and a trident enamel cap badge on a kerensky military cap.

Rita Ustinovich turned out to be a girl of 18 years old. Black hair was cut short, wearing a new grass-green uniform and a narrow belt around her waist.

Environmental description

The snow is melting, piling up into puddles and shining in the early spring sun. It's the first time that warm weather appears outside.

The brick factory is hidden there. The wooden roof has collapsed in some places, with piles in the east and piles in the west, and brick kilns have also been destroyed, showing a bleak scene. Weeds are everywhere here.

The slightly flowing air is filled with rich floral fragrance; Stars, like fireflies, glow slightly in the depths of the sky; The sound travels far and far. ...

Autumn rain hits the human face. Piles of dark gray rain clouds are moving slowly at low altitude. Autumn is deep, the endless trees in the forest are bare, and the old elm stands gloomily, letting brown moss cover the wrinkles on the bark. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, so they had to stand there naked and thin.

It rained like a sieve, and the cold rain soaked the clothes. Rain washed away the fruits of people's labor,

Mud dripped from the roadbed like thick porridge.

I don't know who got up, decorated the grave with wreaths made of pine branches and surrounded the small cemetery with green fences. Straight pine trees stand high on the steep slope. Green grass is all over the slope of the canyon.

The waves beat against the messy pile of stones under his feet, and the dry sea breeze blowing from distant Turkey blew his face. The coast of the harbor is irregularly arched, and the breakwater made of steel and cement blocks the waves. The winding mountain range extends to the sea and suddenly stops. The white houses in the suburbs are arranged between the peaks and extend into the distance.

The old suburban park is very quiet. The yellow maple leaves swept by the autumn wind slowly landed on the overgrown path that had not been cleaned for a long time.

This station is alone in the Woods. A new subgrade extends from the stone platform of the station to the forest. The roadbed is surrounded by crowds as dense as ants.

Rain pattered on the window. The rain brush on the roof fell. The strong wind blows the cherry trees in the garden, and the branches bump against the window glass from time to time.

I hope it helps you.

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