Prompt: A border red dog, with a soldier, sniffed me and let me go for a run. Corners of indestructibility in the form of sand appear pleasantly in places. I fly further and further along the paths to the ZILs, which are warming up their engines.
Prompt: Storms of sand hang over the paths. More and more dangerous places are covered with sand and covered with ice. Men and women, under the morning play of a golden sunset, throw white snow. Law enforcement officers drink tea and eat baursaks. A guy from a Strepsils ad is standing at a bus stop.
Prompt: Superhero janitors fly around the parks on their blades and scatter sand. Now you feel safe. These superheroes dig up new sections of the filled park every time. They built a hill, businessmen, being afraid of fines, take crowbars and break the ice. In general, work is moving forward.
Prompt: The noise of the turbine brings warmth and light to everyone in the house. The policeman with a pile of paper left his container and went to investigate the detective case. Everything that can be created with sand in the void was covered in the park. The bus, suspiciously dark blue in gray, drove through the streets.
Prompt: After a 3-week ice drift, snow fell and all the drivers began to scrub the snow from the glass with brushes. Running on ice has become quite real. You won’t fall, you won’t catch a black eye. Saturday silence also motivates thoughts.
Prompt: Grandfather in a red beaver hat and with a narrowed eye at my side. The moon was still visible in the blue sky. A soldier without a gun walked in camouflage. Drivers braking policemen watching the road.
Prompt: Grandma brought the cats in ties a French breakfast of coffee and croissants. While the cats were eating and drinking coffee, the pawnshop was robbed a second time and the dark forces took away all the gold by turning on the alarm. Snow excavations continue, horses are let across the road.
Prompt: A peasant lit a cigarette, the fire flashed over the whole district and the fresh juicy smoke of tobacco stretched for the next meters. The men cleaned the snow and went for a beer. Cars turned in one direction, carrying children to kindergarten and school. The days are getting brighter.
Prompt: Birds rap, to the beat and the sounds of cars. The soldiers are marching in formation to the singing of birds. Spring is right outside, of course, without sheets, but with snow. Somewhere snow dunes piled up, camels do not pass, so shovels were taken in hand and the clearing of the path began.
Prompt: Icicles hang like chiseled peaks. You can take one and stick it in the gateway into a peasant asking for a cigarette. How many everywhere. Sandy yesterday times are perfectly visible along the way, the sun hid behind the clouds while others bake pancakes.
Prompt: Italians with Kazakh roots threw away a pack of pasta, and made beshbarmak out of dog meat. Mmm must be delicious. A line of people goes to Spartak, to a stop. The sun is picking up. Someone often opens the window and makes a sunbeam that can be seen for miles.
Prompt: The last day of winter closed the doors this year for a while. The soldiers marched in formation next to them was a senior sergeant. Again by dawn, again in part to guard the border. The wind ahead carries warmth and the future spring of bald spots on the asphalt.
Prompt: On March 8, the weather was capricious, there was nowhere to run, the usual snowy roads were puddles. Sneakers are all wet, even squeeze water out of them. Along the way, I broke my legs and spine a couple of times. But half the way flew by. Happy holiday.
Prompt: Only recently did the first and serious cracks appear. You need to move carefully so as not to break your legs. Green March 8 and a girl in a yellow jacket motivated the run. The orange disc of the sun lifted its face.
Prompt: Made a hitch after a difficult Saransk day. I rocked myself in the hall to the rhythms of RAMSTEIN and received a branded magic screwdriver from Catherine from 7 Roads, it fits perfectly with the 7 Roads branded T-shirt. I'm going to have a cake, Katya and Anton have a birthday.
Prompt: I am returning to my usual running tracks. In places where tapirs and earthworms live the size of a well ring. Garbage was thrown out in huge bags. Far from the steppes carries the warm smell of bread. People died out and only one mother with three small screaming children went to the garden.
Prompt: Everything is confidently recorded on the watch, but is no longer synchronized to the mobile. Amazfit does not service this watch model anymore. I'm glad the track is being recorded. With that I will live
Prompt: Life is quiet on a Saturday afternoon. Not a single soul in particular, only a cruiser from Temirtau flew to my area and offered to leave for this city of pink smoke. Packs of dogs were talking not far from me and they didn't care about me. Only the leader barked. A jerk on a bike was doing speed tricks under cars. The cars started slowly.
Prompt: The solar circle near the massive trench is a yellow car. Nearby is a soldier in his unit. The parking lot was empty, there was a wagon and an empty airfield for landing aliens. Cleanliness took place in unexpected places. But the communal worker does not take out the rubbish of the subbotnik.
Prompt: Beautiful weather, and what else do you need for an active day. Birds sing and play spring melodies from the dusty ground the first dandelion sticks out. Far beyond the garages and paths, the booming barking of yard dogs. Only a white cat sits in the shade of a cafe and a suitable man stood next to him to smoke a cigarette.
Prompt: He put on his cap and flew off into the distance. The smoke and the spirit of the fires were left behind. The wasteland burned down and an express subbotnik was made. People with packages go to the shop. The malls were quiet.
Prompt: Unshaven and dirty-looking people gathered around the corner. Actively chatted in the yellow grass. The children were brought to the bus garden and began to run across the road. Dog mafiosi eat sausages and bask in the sun. I didn’t catch the GPS, incomprehensibly completely from the sewer it stinks of something tasteless, and the road workers are ostentatiously repairing roads
Prompt: The rain had passed, it was nice and fresh and the trail appeared immediately. Insolent cars pull me to run through the mud. Dogs at the wedding Apple trees shower the roads with white petals. Road workers, went to fix the roads.
Prompt: The bunny ran around the quarry and we arranged a joint venture. I trained long, and bunny high-speed. The shepherd dragged the ball and looked with kind eyes. The views of the skyscrapers are amazing. The quarry itself is beautiful and I will return there again and again.
Prompt: I had to look for a way out. I run to the right place, and there are dogs. He turned around and ran on. The smoke from the factory rises and the Eiffel Tower rises higher and higher.
Prompt: I decided to shoot a ten, and in the distance you can see how the grass and the earth soars. People gathered in the park and run, but they walk more, I make myself a victim of a bicycle accident, but I didn’t get it by luck. The dog marked the shop, and in the yard they brought an iron fence.
Prompt: The land sailor was on his day's voyage. The gigantic dandelions fluffed up. The dogs cross the crossing, but they are crushed. The kid came with cola, but not for me. The train was flowing along its own road lines. The sun reflected on the pavement with its glare.
Prompt: Beautiful weather butterflies fly. ZILs stand in line, then they drive around the park and collect twigs, preparing them for a pioneer fire. Alexander Mulyak flashed by nearby, well, Olga Bel and I ran along the way, enjoying the colorful herbs. We say hello to all Astana residents and cut down trees along the way.
Prompt: Cheerfully jumped out of the city, said goodbye to passing buses and trucks from containers. I found myself on the autobahn, and there the winds are crazy, the pipes of the thermal power plant are playful and the dogs are arrogant. A brave mongrel ran across the road and was almost crushed by a truck. Barely got caught in the rain. And then I reached the railway tracks where a multi-ton train was flying over my head. In the city it is quiet and there is little wind than outside the walls of her fortress.
Prompt: A truck with the inscription "seven hundred roads" drove past me, it seems to be on a larger trip than the runners "7 roads" and "67 roads". A man slipped past listening to Macarena from the subwoofer and going to work in the hospital. Nearby lay a drunken man who had begun Friday. He snored and listened to Modern Talking on his mobile. In the yards, repairs and dried twigs are swept into one pile. The Kremlin is repairing cars.
Prompt: Everything is not on the joint, I'm on the joint. I ran through a hot park, saw fishermen catching swamp bream. A woman with large breasts ran and almost fell, and the bicycles were cut off in their path. But yeah it was fun
Prompt: I saw a road paved with toys, followed it to the burdocks, which could become burdocks because it was cut off. A large pack of dogs sat on the paving stones. But seeing me respectfully missed. Yogis meditate in the park. Another group is warming up to Toy songs, and a summer festival was held near the bakery, a pipe burst and the jet shoots. At the end of all this, 47 crashed into a passenger car. Morning showdowns.
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