Listen, Serge, I can’t understand one thing. How did Mikhailich live up to his age with his sense of humor?
Wow, what happened to that?
In short, he spent the past weekend with him on the facade of Lech and invited two others, to repair the straw, to steam in the bowl, to burn meat, and to drink self-sufficiently. In general, it was repaired, steamed, burned, the same nights used a lot. Here Mikhailic and asked, you know, from what is the selfie? of the shit.
Oh no, I’m not myself! And what?
Well, they laugh, like Mikhalych, what do you think we "The Soldier Ivan Chonkin" don’t know? Two kilograms of sugar per kilogram?
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WOW, they didn’t go there?
XXX is not. Mikhalych ran from them for three hours through the gardens and spoke: "Mujikiya! It is from sheep! In the nature of turmeric! This is my grandfather’s recipe!"