They entertained as they could:
The psychiatrist asks me what the proverb means: “The forest rubs the sticks fly” I say: “I don’t know” he says: “I’m not in a hurry” and begins to make tea. He eventually won.
The boys grabbed differently. The motorcycle wheel did not pass through the door. But ask the surgeon when asked to develop the buttocks and bend, ask" that the delays do not see" is already too much.