Erotic fairy tales and romance, like my "Pansies>> and" Knee Emmanuel>> they do not care, they are fire-breathing passion, Bring, and not my imagination So, changing, due to certain circumstances my life, creative, but not sexual (Calm down, ladies, and Mademoiselle, I NATURAL) orientation and becoming a novelist and screenwriter, I still keep in directing relate to the environment and the people who inhabit it, as scenic area or zaekrannomu space, so in his literary Exercise, whether novels, short stories, screenplays, theatrical drama, or even erotic tale, usually tied to specific places, streets, houses and even people, as was the case with an Alien or a luxury, like a fire-bird, blue-eyed blonde in his novel "The knee Emmanuel>>. Walk, walk, breathe a little bit more fresh morning air and involuntarily notes (about himself, of course) seems to be long-familiar places and familiar people long ago However, the point is that every day in some incredible way: whether the weather, or sunlight, or wind and rain, whether his own spirit (not always as you get up on the right foot) – but the look or if you wish, view on the same streets, houses, objects and people change, sometimes dramatically. Stoplight. Yeah, at the end of the alley, the haze could be seen in front of the palace of Franz Lefort. They say he was there for several years back again in the morning writing out the pretzel legs on the square before the palace, and then ran down the street
Franz Lefort
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