Shaddy Tree: 127
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striped, goulash, “one-two-three!” – Let him go to another one to three, happily drinkers of blood.
But the two men not done this. Soon disappeared from their faces reckless defiance of the horse and shouted something like revive the herd:
-What are you doing here, boy?-Called.
The herdsman threw his hat into the air:
-What brings you to wear this, you’re bound horse?
The Czardashes jaw dropped, and the bride föllélekzett. They can not eat each other.
-You are ösmerősök? Dispute, he asked, sir, big eyes meresztve.
Sure, we were, a mother-dajkáló was, explained the horse.
