Bald Manequin at a hairdressers.
Глядя на лошадиные морды и лица людей,
на безбрежный живой поток, поднятый моей волей и мчащийся
в никуда по багровой закатной степи, я часто думаю:
где я в этом потоке?
Чингиз Хан
Looking at the faces of men and horses,
The shoreless living river,created by my will and
speeding into nowhere across the crimson steppe,I often stop to think:
where is my place in this river?
Chingiz Khan(my translation from Russian,sorry if it sounds idiotic)
hey! i’m going to cali this weekend and won’t be back until september…here is the website i was talking about where i made extra summer cash. Later! the website is here