Prompt: We've had a great rain here and the mud is worth a communal paradise for trail lovers. Sheepdogs on chains, pocket dogs on chains, only a yard dog will not devour me, she is kind. Round dances in the morning lead under Kyzyl Uryuk.
Prompt: Merchants fly on the roads rushing forward, along their own paths. Rushing and grandfather traveler across the steppe carrying some kind of bag. A strange sound, similar to an alarm system, peeped in the distance, the door of the workers in the workshop creaked. The crazy bus flew at a speed without passengers. Carried firewood however. The roads are quiet on the treadmill, only little green men from Zhasyl El roam
Prompt: Someone left a nightstand with classified documents. The van with the secrets turned into a checkpoint. The communal trail was on the same street. First I crossed a puddle. Then a small ditch, and then floated along the sewer river while Super Mario solved problems underground. At the finish line, someone barked at me, and I flew under the tramp of small children to the finish line.
Prompt: Today we ran through the wet park. We saw a lot of mushrooms runners from SpartaKaraganda, KaragandaRun and, of course, BezgRUNIchnykh. I also saw Alexei Podperigora and Omir. Many others, unexpectedly Olga Bel and E-800 (Ekaterina Lakomkina), and Dima Demidkov led us morally supported in a light rain. And I'm glad for that.
Prompt: Smoke rises from the chimney and acid rain pours small droplets over me. I move between puddles and mud. I hide under the sheets and find myself on asphalt, clumsy people occupy half the road on foot. Na ma
Prompt: Everything was perfect for me today, the rain stopped. The left phone is a pleasant atmosphere, rooks other bread and sparrows hiding in nooks and crannies. While the dudes were playing basketball and hitting a three-pointer
Prompt: A terrible and at the same time funny situation happened unexpectedly friend. Wandering into the garages, I stumbled upon a small dog, on the other hand, a shepherd in a muzzle ran at me, and on the other, a mongrel. Finding a window
Prompt: Roads steam after the rain. Like in a bath. The first leaves begin to turn yellow and fall off. The men are sitting with a bag. Got a big bag. 56 passes with a universal rumble. The dog sits on the pavement and just waits for him
Prompt: Concrete pillars stand in the forest in the future asphalt path. Policemen in green vests stopped the black lightning and asked for documents for flights. Black dog walking on treadmills in different directions
Prompt: We ran around the Fedorovsky Sea together with the legends of running Olga Bel and Alexey Atyasov and saw a sea of cool things on the way. Quiet expanse of water, stormy mountain climbs, quiet water estuaries and shade in the jungle. Alabai gnashed his teeth trying to devour us, but this idea did not come from him. They ran out of the reeds onto the asphalt and collapsed into the holy coolness of Fedorovka.
Prompt: Good on the street. We have accumulated secret dungeons, soon it will be possible to walk in them with flashlights. You can't see anything for miles around. A bug hit his leg. Teachers and caretakers are repairing the school.
Prompt: August smells like sour grass. In some century, they decided to change the ancient Soviet asphalt. There are crowds of running people in the park and not one bike. Grass breaks through paving stones.
Prompt: Well in the steppe, grass from paving stones grows. Dogs sit on the grass and eat curd tartlets. The black-haired maiden, tried to cross the road without looking around, almost crashed. People stand at Lakomka and vigorously discuss. Smells like August already.
Prompt: Before the resort race, jumping into the sea. It is necessary to make a control dive in their native lands. And here everything is fine, an airplane is lying on the ground with linoleum. Witches on broomsticks and samsa with heat and heat. Ready for tomorrow, heat 33 km.
Prompt: I run myself, and sawing trees above my head. Granny says: "Don't go there, the snow will fall on your head, and you will be sick with a knot on the head." Flew further. I marked the heating main, and waited for the sprinkler to refresh the asphalt. Used ear cars are on a trailer. Fresh and stuffy outside at the same time.
Prompt: The freshness of the wind is very strong. He just blows. The thermometer from the gas station shows +25, but less in real life. Beautiful girls are walking from one side of the street, and on the other side it smells of not tasty rotten meat. As if someone had rotted. The house was repaired and won. They brought a boutique, doner. A man goes with bucks to the garage. Drink. The potbelly stove is smoking, or rather a trace from it.
Prompt: A meteorite fell in the courtyard of a five-story building. The ambulance came unexpectedly to the rescue and helped the aliens because they have an insurance policy. On the advice of Tatyana Krasnova, she decided to run along the jogging track. While scary. The pitunias are watered and the smells are wonderful. Watered with a miracle hose from the TV store.
Prompt: Movement gives life. Ghouls are humming. Haymaking mows hay and prepares stocks for the winter of livestock for a hungry winter. German trucks are transporting German canals because of the heat, the swamps have dried up and there is nowhere for the muskrat to swim. Concrete sarkafani, like ingots of gold, lie in the form of pyramids. Blue flowers bloom violently at the point of transition through the pipes
Prompt: The sun is shining and pies, pancakes and buns are baked for bus drivers. Of course, runners are not baked. I go up the hill, the flock is sleeping, a used, but unshakable sheepskin coat lies on the side of the road. It smells of gas and chemicals, production works like clockwork. Somewhere, stronger dogs are humming. At the pipes, the gangsters deal with each other.
Prompt: Warm, nice, good. The desert heat is coming. I drive past the garages, a bunch of firewood from the closet was left by unknown people. The closet is dead. I flew past the cameras, on the outskirts of the steppes. I went down to the South and found Baghlan Kurmangozhin, he was smart and wearing glasses, and then I went to the park, where the cyclist scolded me that I was going along his path. Well, what to do if everyone moves along it. Stickers are not pasted where to move. Soon, after flying through the park, I found myself at a glass of water.
Prompt: There are times when hunting plunges into the quiet expanse of everyday life. Got into them. And in them the tigers hide in the bushes. The little green men from Zhasyl El do subbotniks, and the disabled person is looking for a barrier-free environment. Neighbor wanders on the street with a flashlight.
Prompt: Nice warm rain. Refreshes the lungs and grass. Cans ecohunters collected a full bag. The gaps from the rains are visible in different places. Running, then I fall under the clouds of rain, then no. The grass is earing, it is pleasant to breathe.