My parents were in the village. The oldest son was walking some mysterious thing in the morning. He goes out on the street - then on the rocks, past us, hiding, passes to the second floor. And he goes away again, the mysterious dolce. And so all day. By evening it was like he sat at the table, ate, slept. I then remembered the housework, went to remove old children's things. I go up and open the warehouse. The bet is on me!! and alive!! Sorry, I barely kept the bricks in place. Start breathing and catching the air with your mouth.
It turns out that it decided to gather a lot of cats. Very much - the good in the village is like dirt, at every step they spin under their feet. Well, I went and collected, then put it in the warehouse and put it in a bunch. And they were silent. But when I opened the door in the narrow room of the warehouse, the cats took on free bread!
I remembered my name a long time later.