Майор Вихрь
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Today, a friend gave me a ride on his motorcycle :) He's only 16, but he already has a bike. And it's not a cheap one. The feeling was pretty cool, since I had never ridden a motorcycle before. Even though I was sitting in the back. The only problem was that my back got tired, but overall, it was great. People don't seem to be quite used to fast and noisy motorcycles yet; many of them stared at us as we passed. When we stopped, some kids ran up to us and started asking my friend, "What kind of motorcycle is that?", "How many horsepower does it have?" and so on. :) Then they got even bolder and started asking him to give them a ride. "100 rubles," my classmate-biker replied dryly. :)
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal