I am grateful for the white sheet - all my stories are his. — Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje
I am grateful for the white sheet - all my stories are his. — Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje
I am grateful for the white sheet - all my stories are his. — Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje
I am grateful for the white sheet - all my stories are his. — Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje
I am grateful for the white sheet - all my stories are his. — Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje
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I am grateful for the white sheet - all my stories are his.

— Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje
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