The center Πitera, Πethrograd side. Π This is a great year. C wife relaxed we go under the pen. A friend runs to a local bomb and rather aggressively demands money from me. I say :
There is no money, the salary is small.
The evil of God:
– ΗAdo to make more money! And he flees. ΠI turn to my wife:
Here you are telling me about it.
ΠAfter that, the woman on the subject of money does not cry. ΠBecause he doesn’t want to be associated with the boy.