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| Невьянский форум Корзина (Старые, неактуальные, закрытые темы - здесь) Корзина (Старые, неактуальные, закрытые темы) Скоро день города, Невьянску исполнится 306 лет (День города) |
| Скоро день города, Невьянску исполнится 306 лет |
Quote (admin) Скоро день города, Невьянску исполнится 306 лет...Погуляем...Кстати в Невьянске он проходит более-менее спокойно, нежели в других городах... Улыбнуло, учитывая вышеописанные пожары!  Что же, по- вашему мнению, творится в других городах? 
"Пойми свою дорогу, поймай свой ветер." С. Лукьяненко |
ну в том же Екатеринбурге, был вообще свинарник + полное безвластие (в плане милиции и дружин) + жиденький фейерверк (не считая того, который был запущен между Антеем и Парк Инн'ом), А в Невьянске и дружинники (обаятельные такие женщины)+милиция+магазины рядом+почти на природе
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes. © Swordfish  Every face I see is cold as ice, Everything I touch is pale, Ever since I lost imagination. Like a stream that flows into the sea, I am lost for all eternity, Ever since you took your love away from me. Sometimes the sound of goodbye, Is louder than any drumbeat. |
Нашел тут книгу о Невьянске, еще в советское время изданную...к 270 летию что-ли...Ужость...какой там полет социалистической мысли, зато много нового о господах Демидовых узнал...
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes. © Swordfish Every face I see is cold as ice, Everything I touch is pale, Ever since I lost imagination. Like a stream that flows into the sea, I am lost for all eternity, Ever since you took your love away from me. Sometimes the sound of goodbye, Is louder than any drumbeat. |
serg, ага, а главное зачем???
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes. © Swordfish Every face I see is cold as ice, Everything I touch is pale, Ever since I lost imagination. Like a stream that flows into the sea, I am lost for all eternity, Ever since you took your love away from me. Sometimes the sound of goodbye, Is louder than any drumbeat. |
Vitaliy,
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes. © Swordfish Every face I see is cold as ice, Everything I touch is pale, Ever since I lost imagination. Like a stream that flows into the sea, I am lost for all eternity, Ever since you took your love away from me. Sometimes the sound of goodbye, Is louder than any drumbeat. |
serg, найди, интересно...
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes. © Swordfish Every face I see is cold as ice, Everything I touch is pale, Ever since I lost imagination. Like a stream that flows into the sea, I am lost for all eternity, Ever since you took your love away from me. Sometimes the sound of goodbye, Is louder than any drumbeat. |
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