They love literature, they don’t want to fuck me

[Veronica]

I asked an easy riddle. Read Pushkin and my pussy is yours... they don’t know. Not educated. A poem about how Ivan Tsarevich released a swarm of pussies. One of them is his. She pulled out her dick and dived.

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The second riddle is the prize—my spread legs.
The riddle is which fruit tastes better with my pussy.? and how to see?

[Bully Carrie]

An explanatory team is required))) I don’t understand a damn thing.

[Veronica]

The answer is, no one earned my pussy anyway. Pushkin’s verse is a must-read... The Tsarevich went to Yaga. Box with cunts. Don’t open it, open it, and everyone scatters. Before I got my horseradish, they flocked together... you’re a beauty, study creativity.
Did you solve my second one?, Smart girl.

[Ded]

They want it and even really want it! But due to certain circumstances, it is not always possible to find an opportunity! And most likely, being with such a woman is a great happiness!

[Bully Carrie]

Excuse me, are you sure you read this from Pushkin?
Where the king has 40 daughters? Well, everything is not the same there))
Not a Baba Yaga, but a witch. And not pussies, but pussies))
And she flocked at the sight of his penis.

Or do you have a different fairy tale?)

[Veronica]

Girl, read the sources first.. I won’t say ed. What, etc.
Don’t ruin your image, but beautiful and young.

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Don’t argue with me, girl. I’m the best.

Sent after 38 minutes 19 seconds:
The king had one daughter. But the evil witch took her pussy. Do you have one? I’d like to take a look. Next, what don’t you like about Pushkin? Is yours still there? Show me. It will fly away if it’s not yours.

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Yes. The provision of pussy will be carried out by a commission. Led by me. The inspection was completed, it was put into operation and is working normally. Vhrd-exit is carried out normally. Outer and inner lips work. The pussy is working fine. There is permission.
.

[Wolffr]

Tsar Nikita once lived
Idle, cheerfully, richly,
He did no good or evil
And his land blossomed.
The king worked little by little,
Eat, drank, prayed to God
And from different mothers
Have forty daughters.
Forty lovely girls,
Forty heavenly angels,
Cute heart and soul.
What a leg - my God!
And the head, dark hair,
Wonderful eyes, wonderful voice,
Mind - driving you crazy I wish I could.
In a word, from head to toe
Everything captivated my soul, my heart;
One thing was missing.
But why one thing?
So, trifles, nothing.
Nothing, or very little,
All the same, it was missing.
How can I explain this,
So as not to completely anger
The pious important fools,
Too prim censorship?
What to do?... Help me, God!
Between the princesses’ legs...
No, it’s too clear
And it is dangerous for modesty,
So, somehow:
I love the breasts in Venus,
Sponges, legs especially,
But the flint of love,
The goal of my desire...
What is it?... Nothing!..
Nothing or very little...
And that didn’t happen
The young princesses,
Playful and alive.
Their wonderful birth
Left into bewilderment
All the court hearts.
It was sad for the father
And for the mothers sad.
And from the midwives
As the people found out about this,
Everyone here opened their mouths,
Aahed, groaned, marveled,
And others , although he laughed,
Yes, quietly, so that on the road
Nerchinsk is not far away.
The Tsar summoned his courtiers,
Nannies, obedient mothers
nThey were given the following order:
"If ​​any of you
Teach your daughters to sin,
Or teach them to think,
Or just hint,
What they lack,
Or he will say something ambiguous,
Or he will show them a fig,
Then - I’m not used to joking -
I will cut out the women’s tongues,
And for men there is something worse,
Which sometimes happens worse!"
The king was strict, but fair,
And the order was eloquent;
Everyone bowed in fear,
Everyone decided to beware,
Everyone kept his ears open
And kept his property.
The poor wives were afraid
So that their husbands wouldn’t spill the beans;
The husbands secretly thought:
"Have you done wrong, my wife?"
They were obviously angry in their hearts.
My princesses grew up.
I felt sorry for them. The king went to the council;
He outlined his subject there:
So and so - quite clearly,
Quietly, in a whisper, behind the scenes,
Be careful of the servants.
The boyars began to think,
How to treat such an ailment.
Here is one old adviser
Bowed to everyone - and suddenly
He hit his bald forehead with his hand
And He shouted to the king like this:
"Oh, wise sovereign!
Do not reproach my insolence,
If about carnal abomination
I will tell you what happened in the old days.
I knew the bawd
(Where is she and what is she doing today?
Pretty much the same as she was).
The woman was known as a witch,
To all ailments helped,
healed the infirmity of the members.
If only we could find her;
The witch will fix everything:
And she will put in what is needed."
— "So send for her now! -
Exclaims Tsar Nikita,
Knitting his eyebrows angrily:
—Find the witch right away!
If she deceives us ,
What is needed will not be enough,
He will lead us on beans,
Or lie with intent,
If I were not a king, but a slacker,
If on Clean Monday
I do not order you to burn the witch:
And so I beg the sky".
Here it is secretly, carefully,
By courier travel
And in all the lands end
Messengers were sent.
They gallop, prowl everywhere
And they are looking for the king for the witch.
A year passes and another
There is no news...
Finally, one zealous
Suddenly a happy one came on the trail.
He drove into a dark forest
(Apparently the demon himself was leading him).
He sees : there is a hut.
A witch lives in it, an old woman.
As he was the king’s ambassador,
So he went straight to her,
Bowed to the witch boldly,
He outlined the king’s case:
How princesses are born
And what everyone is deprived of.
The witch instantly realized everything...
She pushed the messenger into the door
nSo saying: "Leave
Hurry and without looking back,
Otherwise, be afraid of the fever...
Come back in three days
For the parcel and the answer,
Just remember - just before dawn."
Afterwards the witch locked herself in,
Stocked up some coal,
She cast a spell for three days
So she lured the demon.
nTo send to the palace,
He himself brought her a casket
Full of sinful things
We adore.
There were all sorts of them,
All sizes , all colors,
All selected, with curls...
The witch sorted through everything,
Selected forty of the best,
Wrapped them in a napkin
And keyed them She locked it in the casket,
She sent a messenger with him,
Having given him a piece of silver on his way.
He is on his way. The dawn began to glow...
I wanted to take a rest,
I wanted to have a snack,
I wanted to quench my thirst with vodka.
He was a neat little guy
I had stocked up on everything for the return trip.
So he unbridled the horse
And began to eat calmly.
The horse is grazing. He dreams
How the king will exalt him,
He will call him a count, a prince.
What does the casket contain?
What is the witch sending to the king in it?
nLooks through the crack: no, it’s not visible,
It’s firmly locked. How offensive!
Curiosity takes over the fear
And everything worries him.
He puts his ear to the lock
The ear does not smell anything;
Smells - a familiar spirit …
Ugh, you’re an abyss! What a miracle?
It’s not bad for her to look!
And the messenger couldn’t bear it...
But as soon as he opened the casket,
The birds fluttered! - And they flew away,
And they sat down on the branches all around,
And they twirled their tails.
Let’s call them our messenger,
Treat them with crackers:
Crumbs pours - all in vain
(Apparently they are feeding on the wrong things):
It’s wonderful for them to sing on twigs,
But why sit in a casket?
Here he drags along the road,
All bent over in an arc,
An old woman with a stick.
Our messenger slammed at her feet:
"I’m going to be completely lost!
Help, be my dear mother!
Look, what a disaster:
I can’t catch them!
How can I help the grief?"
The old woman looked up,
nShe spat and hissed:
"Even though you acted badly,
But don’t cry, don’t grieve...
Just show them -
They’ll probably all fly off themselves ",
"Well, thank you, ,’ he said...
And as soon as he showed it -
The birds instantly flew to him
And they took possession of the apartment.
So as not to know another misfortune,
He without further reservations
Immediately they were turnkey, all forty,
And he went home.
How the princesses received them ,
They put them straight into cages.
The king was so happy
Immediately threw a huge feast:
They feasted for seven days in a row,
They rested for a whole month;
The Tsar rewarded the entire council,
And he didn’t forget the witch:
From the Kunstkamera as a gift
He sent her a cinder in alcohol
(The one who divil),
Two echidnas, two skeletons
From the same office...
The messenger was also awarded.
That’s the end of the fairy tale.
Many of me they vilify
And now, perhaps, they will ask:
It’s stupid, so why am I joking?
What does it matter to them? I want!
Pushkin A.S.

[Veronica]

Hence 40? Sorry, long read

[Ded]

Veronika, I really liked the story of Pushkin’s Notes! Oh it was time!

[Veronica]

I didn’t read it, sorry.........w

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At least I would remember Lermontov

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Don’t put your smarts on the line if you don’t understand

[Wolffr]

Which fruit tastes better with my pussy?

pineapple )))

[Veronica]

Dictation in Russian language and literature - how many will drop out. And not knowing Russian poets and playwrights.

[niqk]

Dictation in Russian language and literature ---- how many will drop out. And those who don’t know Russian poets and playwrights.

So on the forum, they’re not from Astana!!! Uzhosss!!!

[Veronica]

I’m going to bed, I’m tired, but I wouldn’t mind fucking.

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It’s a bad habit to sleep only after sex. If they don’t fuck me, I won’t sleep.

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But there is no one to fuck. I’ll find neighbors.

[Vik.ruba80]

This is when the lower classes can’t, the upper classes don’t want to, I also only know the fairy tale about Tsar Saltan, and I recently read it to my daughter, my grandchildren are adults. So the star goes to the experts, and we remain spectators, hoping for a second round. This is someone running for a bottle, I feel my brains have dried out.

[Veronica]

Fucked. I went into the yard. The men are sitting. Never mind. She took off her robe and was naked. Fucked. Four. Fine.

[in the]

Fucked. I went into the yard. The men are sitting. Never mind. She took off her robe and was naked. Fucked. Four. Okay.

you confused your gender again, a woman should have written like this - "Poshla into the yard. The men are sitting. Yes, nothing. He took off his robea-naked"

[Veronica]

Fuck you like you were. Sorry, I’ll pray.

[Nickname]

Veronica, did your husband allow the sun?

[Sidor]

Read Pushkin, and my pussy is yours.. they don’t know.

My education was wasted in vain, the work is called "Tsar Nikita and the Forty his daughters " academic publication by A.S. Pushkin.
I won’t see your pussy.

[Fulllist]

An explanatory team is required))) I don’t understand a damn thing

nothing is clear, but very interesting

[nicolausblind]

So who got the prize anyway?

[Frost Demon]

Photo *released to the studio!!

[FUCKYAMATERITY]

Uneducated.

You are illiterate! You can do this once in passing, and when you build a smart one, then it’s a waste of time. There are plenty of educated singles, at least you can talk to them.
CORRECTION: an illiterate wanker under the guise of a woman)) It’s obvious to everyone from her/his posts

[SwetaSw]

Fucked. I went into the yard. The men are sitting. Never mind. She took off her robe and was naked. Fucked. Four. Okay.

Freudian slip