Lado Tevdoradze \ Georgian pun

Instead of "Hey, hello, babe!" -
"Gamarjoba, Lamazo!"
Instead of Sasha and Sergei -
Kakha, Dato and Emso.

Instead of dranikov - khinkali,
Instead of cranberries - churchchel,
Instead of beer - tsinandali.
It's mine! what the heck?!

Instead of whiskey, I drink chachu ...
My God, what a nightmare!
Well, if I'm fooling around -
Instead of "Fool!" - "Gizhi har!"

No matter what happens,
I understand again and again,
That one has not changed -
Sikvaruli and love.
by Vladimir Kush twins
May I live in Belarus -
Sakartvelo, Mikvahar!
Georgia, I love you!
I am Georgian! Kartveli var!

Celebratory feast with toasts on Valentine's Day.

What is love?
It is so sweet, bitter, exciting, eternal, disturbing, nervous, light, high, exhausting, funny, stupid, tragic and beautiful, a piece that does not give in to any definition, which is not enough for one day, even if it's St. Valentine's Day.
If you're lucky, then it takes her whole life.
So let us be lucky!

The flowering of love - Here we have the nagda.
I drink her full pog for her.
In love with the mountain - the program,
Like a small pebble at the feet.
And a pearl scraper!
After all, if it stole shark grin,
In the sea underwater
He would not have found anything.
Shepherd, fearing wolves, can not
Otapu vypastit your ...
Love dares to multiply ours.
For that and I drink!



As Stendhal said: "Love is the only passion that is paid for by the same coin as it coins."
So let us drink to making our mints run at full capacity and letting out only full-fledged gold ducats!

They say, love is not verbose,
Postpraday, think, paskusi.
This all, in my opinion, is conditional,
We are people, we do not care.
And if you really want to,
To burst happiness head,
Speak, speak, speak
The best words!


High feeling inspired,
Once upon a time in a long time
Invented someone's day lovers,
Without even knowing then,
What will become this day favorite,
A welcome holiday in the year,
What a Happy Valentine's Day
He will be called with respect.
Smiles and flowers are everywhere,
In the love of recognition again and again ...
So let a miracle happen for all -
Let the world be ruled only by love!



Joy and sorrow, the excitement of doom,
A sweet mind,
A thrill of delight, sadness again,
Only the one who owns love is happy.

Goethe

Love leads through the desert
And through the mountain hrebty,
And in the wind she does not get cold,
And he is not afraid of heights.
For what we care about the blood,
My toast, of course, for love!


My toast for love:
She turns the poison into honey.
And gold makes gold.
Heal the sick to her given.
She makes wine from vinegar.

Weak women have a passion for strong men.
Strong men have a passion for women's weaknesses.
For the unity of opposites!


Love for all ages,
As a wise classic said.
So let the Amour agile among us
He flouts without regretting his wings.

So let's bump into him
Hearts, beautifully speaking, -
Let them cripple them with arrows.
Perhaps, not in vain, maybe - not in vain ...

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Marta Nael \ Being a woman - what does this mean?

To be a woman - what does this mean?
What secret to own?
Here's a woman. But you're blind.
You can not see her.
Here's a woman. But you're blind.
Nothing is to blame, the blind!
A woman will appoint herself,
As a medicine a doctor.
And if a woman comes,
To itself is only true,
It comes - as it passes
Plague, blockade and war.

And if a woman comes
And about himself starts a speech,
It conducts like a wire,
To light the light above thee.
And if a woman comes,
To tear you off from your work,
She brings you to you.
Oh, how you wanted it!

But if a woman leaves,
Beheaded,
Then all the same with yourself leads
Irrevocably all and all.
And you, the one, the true one, the better one
, You too - there, in that far away,
Clamped like a useless key,
In her sad fist.
She will hide her tears in a smile,
Reinterprets the truth into a lie ...
How happy you are, that you are blind
And that you will not understand the loss.

V. Gray.

La Traversée de Paris.

And these are toys for boys, so that no one is hurt. ))
Now, peasants, fly, disassemble.))

HISTORY OF THE ASSOCIATION "Vincennes en Anciennes".

The first collection of old cars in Paris on the Esplanade of St. Louis du Chateau de Vincennes took place in 1986, it was an informal meeting.
The meeting was held on the initiative of Jacques Michel Lemoine, motorist and former president of the club "403 cabriolet".
Jacques Lemoine became the first president of the Association "Vincennes en Anciennes", established on November 20, 1998.
"Old Vincennes" at that time consisted of 180 members representing about 350 vintage cars.
Currently, it already has a little more than 600 members and a fleet of about 2,000 vehicles.



Since then, the event was held on the first Sunday of every month until November 1998.
Now the parade of cars "La Traversée de Paris" takes place every year on the first Sunday in January and on the first Sunday in August.

To date, "Old Vincennes" is the first multi-brand association of France and is affiliated to the French Federation of vintage vehicles.
Association management:
President - Michel Romanet-Perru
First Vice President - Andrea Jacques
Second Vice-President-Philippe Meunier

Cvetlan Solovyov \ Hello, I'm telling you, hello!

Hello, I'm telling you, hello!
Kind health to you people.
Every day and hour I wish - hello!
I will give you warmth for you.
Sun ray let you give you health,
Summer rain will force you to drink.
Mother - Earth let the bread - salt
For your labors, you will be generously rewarded.
Hello, I'm telling you, hello!
To all relatives, acquaintances and friends.
Be happy, and just, hello,
Peace, joy and prosperity to you!



Hello, my good, hello!
And now I invite you to the morning coffee with cookies. ))
Let's have fun and talk for life.

The cookie, probably, was invented by God,
Perhaps on the eighth day ...
He is very tired, he is almost deaf
From the noise of the earthly

And God went on a long journey,
Chlamyde his fucking.
He wanted something,
Something FOR YOURSELF!

He walked for three days or eternity -
God hardly knew about the clock,
I drew the clothes of his hem
Wide footprint in the heavens ...

God began to forget about the earthly Mayat,
Fatigue could forget ...
He chose the NAME for his dream
And I started to create it!

LIVER came from NOTHING -
A child of divine powers ...
God watched him for a very long time
And still…. Has bitten off -

The alarms were gone. And sadness was gone,
And God continued to chew ...

Then he came up with a tea,
To the tea to cook dumplings :)

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Thank you again for congratulations.
And now I will sing hosanna for you and see who is who. ))


GALINA

The life of a long valley
Us leads. But where?
Thank God, there is Galina -
Guiding star.

We look - and there is no doubt,
What's on the right track:
You want to choose a direction
We must go to the star.

Somewhere nearby the clouds are wandering,
Somewhere nearby thunder rumbles,
And the star sends us his ray,
And charms, and beckons.

And the virgin path is not terrible,
Rivers with fast water ...
Be always to us, Galina,
A guiding star!


ELENA

Paris was right that he preferred
To the Greek goddess Helen!
Let this fact lead to war
And they fell down on the wall of Ilium.

But that the peoples and kings,
What are the cities of their residence,
When love chose Paris
Its subject of adoration!

It was in the ancient years,
For a long time Troy became a legend.
But Elena forever
An excellent symbol remained.




INNA

In the world not to find men
Corresponding years,
In order to meet our Inna,
Did not forget about everything in a moment!

Admired by this meeting,
He did not stand as an image,
He did not lose his speech,
Memory would not have lost,

Sight and smell
Although I did not turn it off for a moment
And a granite sculpture
Before her, b was not frozen.



Inna (in common parlance - the Incas)
Do not meet in the outback.
Their exquisite faces
You can only meet in the capital.
These lips, eyes, speeches ...
People, Inn should take care of you!

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