Thanks for this spring. 
Thanks for young leaves and blooming apple-trees, for late sunsets and long walks, drawn-out games, the realization that i'm still a child, for huge amount of british actors, for slight spleen, for bothering questions, for chocolate cake, for drawn-out birthday (i've never got so much presents), for Fransuaza Sagan, for ability to immerse in a book and forget about everything, for music that's suits my mood, for chattin' with my classmates, for good exam results, for little John Watson (during the walk we saw a little child dressed in a kind of little military coat and he was carring toy cane), for harmonica, for new book by Umberto Eco, for the end of school year.

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For cheap ice cream, for strong emotions, for the sunrise, for spending time with friend, for being offended, for green eyes, for the way insult influences on me, for strong desire to immerse in a science, for puzzling night's dreams, for looking for empty swing, for taking photos of children, for honest little girl, for the smell of blooming trees, for George Orwell, for the way Google translator translate (damn tautology -__-) my post.

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