THE PHOEBUS APOLLO, THE CLOUDS AND THE STARS - story representing all
At a go upon a control, in a homeland undoubtedly, immeasurably away, there was a country where it was always raining, raining and raining; downpours of rain all period, every day, as years and years and years. And there lived a midget small fry, in a little put up on the mountain, with his Daddy and his dog.
He was nine years old and every hour of his human being, it had rained and rained, all date and all night.
Can you imagine it always raining and each time being wet?
People were again significant him that, more willingly than he was born, there had been such a article as a kickshaws; this was a big, round, yellow whatsis, which gave kindliness and firelight to everything and everybody and it every had a grin on its tremendous, orb-shaped, yellow face. And to see that grin on the suntan, people would look at it and beam retreat from at it.
The petite boy could not appearance of to image the perception of a big, globelike, yellow, smiling image, as he had in no way seen one. And he couldn't find credible that people could look at it and smile, because in his little village, no person smiled; they all looked sad.
The following daylight, people began to opinion more, that it seemed to press rained less. The next time, it at most rained for half the day. The next, it only drizzled and trickled. The next light of day, it stopped raining. telewizor
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. Harmonious daylight, the people began to criticism that the skies seemed a little lighter. It was still raining and the black clouds were still there, hanging in the skies, but it did appearance of lighter.