My mother and I went for a walk in the forest. I have a photocopy in my hands. We observe the picture - a black wolf runs, a drummer orets, and around him a herd of goats. I kissed and let’s take a picture... Here the glass descends and such an unhappy face pronounces – Che, don’t you see goats?! to
While I thought about how to repent, Mom didn't get confused, he says, to talk for the first time. Wolverine went off so quickly.