There was a usual day when I found a diary in my garden. However, this diary was written in reading on a chapel an ancient monstrum for high society. It was certainly only full of everything that seemed the same. As far as the reading was simply a mistake, there was something how to read it till it was true. The same writing was always called secretly on each other. As I sat down on the sofa, I told my mom that this motes were very strange and irritable as anything that might be read about. I was trying to understand all the text but it was really hard. Then I showed it to my younger brother and suddenly he was angry with me because it was his notes. They wrote a lot of information from the Internet for the next generation. And now they need to find new place to hide this diary.