Travel to Mashhad

Hello, I am Milad. It was in September of this year that we decided to travel by train from Zanjan to Mashhad with the family of two generals and my grandmother. Our uncle's two sons and daughter had become public workers. Let's build Noghan and Tabarsi streets in the morning. Two of us went to visit the shrine. We sat in the courtyard for a while. It was twelve o'clock at night. Being hey, they used to say naughty words to him, for example, they used to say, "How long have you been there? Hug me, take your blood from these words. Now we're lucky. I will take a XNUMX ft. I will give it a go. Now this Farzad also said, because it is not enough, how expensive is your place? I said, "Jon Farzad, I do not have more than forty tomans." He said, "I also have sixty tomans." We went and went until we reached an old house. We went into a room that did not have a carpet. Unpacking my pants, which was like the faceless Kirmon from the beginning of the skewer. The girl who came to me was a green girl who had a fairly good face. When he saw me, he smiled and started working with his hands and my so-called palm, and he knew my job. When he was lying, he stared straight into my eyes. I could not imagine that his hand was warm and soft, and that it was sharp and that he was staring straight at my eyes. I could not bear it for a few more minutes. All my water spilled on the floor. Alki Abash came, I wiped the paper with a handkerchief, I pulled up my pants, I did not watch the clock, I saw that there was a riot.