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pierwszomajowe My birthday evoke traumatic memories of childhood. Well, the first day of May has always been citizens organized and there was no question of spontaneous meetings or trips. In the morning to school in costume gala. Quick rehearsal, lest a word poem in honor of the leader of a nation or a friend not to confuse (what talents they had the privilege of reciting in Russian).

"O great Stalin"
L. Krzemieniecka

... Joseph Stalin - already a familiar name.
Polish People's Republic - a great friend.
his army, his will
raised blood sacrifice has brought us freedom.

In the early years, when we lacked grain, granaries Soviet Stalin
opened, he sent
transports raw materials and machinery, the industry moved to
in our country.

In Poland, schools and factories to grow, rising
Fortunately, socialism is growing. Name
peace chief - Stalin - our men
repeat with confidence.

Then download props from Woźna: portraits of the beloved father of communism carried the boys, he put up more resistance than air hoist. As the wind blew, the flag in his hands fluttered beautifully girls, and the portraits had to be supported by strong bars ósmoklasistów. First Formers waved cardboard doves ... and it was the fun part;) After the official part, colleagues have come to me for birthday parties, but no one has ever wanted, because of the stadium was 14ej football match, and it was much more interesting. Dropped in for a while, gratified me, songbooks or lyrics soldier pink elephant oblepionym sequins and returned in haste to catch the whistle.

Once my mom could not have been that day at home, baked a cake and I trust that I handle treated to colleagues. It was to be sixteen people, came six. So I sliced \u200b\u200bthe cake into six pieces and was surprised that no one ate the cake is not the end. With tears in his eyes cleaned up after this defeat and death suicide after a friendly blamażu saved my neighbor, who, to console me, she ate one of these giant pieces.

Today I made myself a gift and popedałowałam for a while to recharge the batteries of the forest smells, and zielonościami sun. Once again, enchanted by all the things that I have the honor to admire every day.

inherent in delight fans of Lakeland Drawskie more. Leszek Paradowski high sensitivity and excellent workshop documents the beauty of our surroundings, and certainly will not be offended as you visit his website. Warning! The content draws on the long hours and difficult to master sigh!

And I invite you to a birthday bike ride:)

And at the end of letters, which created a furore on the door to many small rooms childhood. I wonder if the Chinese small hands have the same equipment for stuffing toys? In my Chinese chopsticks check up perfectly:)