With the will of our entrance in the courtyard every year a heat plant is eroded. They roar there every year. Very late. In the deep hole there was liquid dirt.

My husband and I are going from a children’s clinic. It has a new combination and rubber boots. He examines every hole. Please accelerate the step. Suddenly he crashed at the entrance to our yard and moved to the pit. I couldn’t shake my eye when he hit her!

Untransmitted untransmitted. On the shoulders in liquid dirt! I can't pull it out, my legs slip on the clay edges. Likewise, he can’t get out – it’s slippery and impossible to get stuck for anything. I throw a bag into him and order to hold it tightly. Now the pen should not be broken. I fall on my knees. Then on the stomach. Not to fall into this hole. Wow, I pulled it out. We go to the entrance. He waits in anticipation of punishment. I don’t even have the strength to offend him. From the elevator comes a neighbor.

God, where are you from?

My son with his nose:

From the clinic.

From the clinic? ! to

“They took medical dirt,” I explained.



Taking a shower without dressing. The documents in the bag were not damaged.