Граф Орлов
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– Onward, north, my brave warriors! I haven't blown anything up for hours… My hands are itching.
We could have picked some pockets, but since Red already knew that there was nothing interesting there, he won’t let his mischievous little hands get involved right now.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers