Once, a long time ago, I came to a village with a breastfed baby. My daughter liked everyone very much: cheeky, eyesighted and silent. Everyone was excited and said, “Miracle! Just a miracle!“”
Everyone except Uncle Grisham. Uncle Grisha looked in one eye at my charm and said ridiculously:
and th. Miracle to me too! Virgin as a girl. Just some of her. I will tell you what a miracle is. Do you know that he lives in the outer house? Well, who hasn’t dried up since the age of fifteen, and he’s already sixty? Which nobody has ever seen? I abandoned!! He hasn’t been drinking since Easter. This is a miracle! How did it happen? Don’t be offended, listen to me!
A granddaughter was born. This is exactly like yours, only thick and black. I don’t remember whether it was called Lenka or Varvara.
Happiness was almost overwhelmed. So he is a nice, kind man, long dreamed of understanding grandchildren.
Well, first, he threw out the flag of the monk and drank the whole village with joy for a week. All of you, granddaughter!“He pulls her out of the wheelchair. Of course, he is swallowing on the wind. And she is heavy, and still the blankets are wrapped there, he takes and sits on a wheelchair for balance. Take a wheelchair and turn around.
They fell together with a dude at the door. The child is nothing, and whatever happens to him, falls soft. Oral just like a fool... well or fool.
And Volodka shrugged his head at the threshold and set his foot. And then another daughter, the mommy of this Verka or like her, added on the back with a tail when she caught him in the shaft.
Well, he says, “How do you want, daddy, and my daughter, I say, needs more. I have one more. Therefore, you are not that drunk to her, and even drunk you will not go any more. I can take pictures of you.”
and all. I was in the hospital for a week and that was it. Cut off the wool. For a year and a half, she has been drinking only quas and milk. A miracle? Of course a miracle! He drives with this Valya his, and she loves him directly: "grandfather, grandfather," he rejoices.
And you don’t bite, girl! — Uncle Grisha bite my daughter a bite, — maybe, for your sake, whoever will drop drinking.