Mr. Lee met at the People's Park in Chengdu, where he persistently tried to empty
endless cups of green tea (in Chinese teahouses
the goblet-liter thermos brew falls
wrzadku, hence her drinking, Be siorbaniu, you can spend the entire day).
Actually it is not we met Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee is tracked, and we decided to sit
. After a few minutes of conversation, we knew from the merged
us something more than coincidence and that it will not be
our first and last meeting. First, workflows agielszczyzna
Mr. Lee was a nice change after several days of buffoonery, drawing
use onomatopejami, pokazywnia finger, counting on his fingers, or salivation at the sight of food, which after half an hour of ordering
turned out to be something completely different. After
Second, Mr. Lee knew the answers to all our questions, and even ahead of the formulation
, nay even respond to those that are not yet delinquent
in our heads. Thirdly, Mr. Lee has contacts in the artistic circles
Sichuan's capital, which means that it can
little more than we are. Therefore, did not hesitate for a moment, in order to pay
in his hands and jointly spend a day in the Sichuan opera,
watching both what stage I and the present. We were incredibly excited to
sit in the dressing room and peep transformations
stage actors in the form of (overlapping makeup is the most interesting part
metamorphosis!). First timidly tried to do pictures, but seeing the friendly attitude
actors quickly let go the brakes and we went to
whole. Mr. Lee just rubbed his hands with glee and made sure we
is not confused.
PS During the show Mr. Lee whispered in a row for translation of our shares is played on stage: the sad tale of imperial konkubinie, ungrateful husband, monk and his mother, the son of the emperor and wyrodnym unfulfilled lovers.
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