Robin knew him by his size, by his wild hair, by the faint hitch in his step. It was all but legend that one of his legs was bitten off by some beast or other and a new one was fashioned out of metal and magic by a wizard who owed Strike his life. She had thought he might not live up to his reputation, but it seemed he fit it almost perfectly.
Almost, because Robin had often thought she might well run the other way if she ever met him- but instead her cheeks felt warm, and though her heart stuttered in her chest it didn't feel like fear, not at all.
They always make a good team.
#реал #крОсивое
У нас в городе есть гостиница "Есенин". Недавно владелец повесил на фасаде табличку, так как, по его словам, "замучился всем отвечать". «На этом месте, в сентябре 1921 года, великий русский поэт Сергей Есенин… К сожалению, не бывал и стихов про него не писал. Живите теперь с этим!»
И чтоб два раза не вставать. Побывали сегодня в нашем парке, открыли, так сказать, сезон. Павлины, филин, кролики и лебеди чувствуют себя хорошо. Деревья тоже.