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Winner of National Club, JCH RUS NAVILOTOSH GLORY GALAXY |
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Navilotosh Vanessa Vira |
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Champion of Russia & Belarus & RKF Navilotosh Zalina Zaliel... never shall not forget as hopeless flow my tenderness with tip finger and changed without spare hysterics in shout voiceless..... So unbearable believe wanted: this not with us, this untruth chalice that past you are zh my joy .. Inconvertible time run, and carried away in getting cold paw the most loved on light of the dog the whole my tenderness....... |
IT'S SVERANA GLORIA HELENA ROBINYOU came when soul tore from mountain, has after all left in the world eternal snow Dolyushka. YOU has been able заличить pain and get up ryadom. YOU has proved;proven that to love possible not changing memories THAT FIRST DOG. All this having deserved first my respect, but afterwards love. YOU first my GOLDEN SENBERNAR! YOU first my INTERCHEMPION! YOU entailment DAYDREAM!!! YOU MY DRONE...I shall remember you ALWAYS... |
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Navilotosh Zolfa ZeronaShe has left in this strange morning In that country, where always springtime. She has left...But why so it is difficult to See the light, speak and breathe.../font> |
KALNU SNIEGS FREDDIE MERKURYWe all much wanted that YOU ZHIL. We all fought for tebya. Excuse me us...we have not been able... |
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Navilotosh Gil GellardконецформыначалоформыDo not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. I TRUST... I KNOW... |
Parrima Arih Zhustella ZhenevievaI have buried in the dog muzzle - You to me smelt as honey, the friend. and now to me also it is empty and it is cold And from a wind knocks down. I have clasped yours a head, the Wool silk near at hand — a feather grass. and in honey your eyes to gold will be not not conceded by a grey dust. you have left on a decline azure, I Know – have looked back back, Only in the sky the fused tin Arches of rainbows stand. there all will be easy and cloudless, Only here at gate without breathing, I Know, you wait for me, my girl. a sacred dog soul … |
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Gvendolin Ill NeilisFantastic dog, dog - dream. A dog from a capital letter. MyDolushka Such relationship of souls, what that потусторонней insights; lives, throughout 8 years, when each sigh, each blow of heart - in a unison with me... Such any more will not be never. And with its leaving, that has broken that in me, but the main thing remains. That main thing that this dog - a St. Bernard - not for everyone has inspired to me, it waits for the owner, and having waited does so that to breed remain are true on all life. and #160 and here already goes with me nearby washing Babbling, very beautiful dog, which star career so amuses my vanity. And let it is absolutely not similar to Doljushku, let no anything the general has with it "on blood", but is not present-is not present, and my Doljushka will look at the world her eyes, will be convinced that I nearby, and мурашки on a skin... "That who has got a St. Bernard, does not change to breed never... "- whether not therefore?
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FisherThere are dogs, at the sight of on which understand - HERE IT the TRUE ST. BERNARD! I have seen it absolutely casually, and time having seen, have understood - the following children of my Doljushki will be only from it. And happens... It was their Swan Song - son Zhemeral and a daughter of Zheneveva. Fisher has left suddenly, having incurred a dreadful disease of the mistress, having made everything, that the person whom it has been urged to protect VEINS! The TRUE ST. BERNARD! |
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