Anna Schneider
I put order on the shelves above the bed. In order not to get bored, I put on music. As usual, she sang quietly. I played my favorite song, I unnoticedly added the volume in the voice. Here jumped my elderly, who before that restlessly slept and began to mock. Complain, so, with the question, said the mistress, what happened? You are bad? Can I help you? I do not sing with cats anymore.