xxx: mla, "good" we rested a month ago, I still remember...how we usually ate and slept. I hear – from this room are heard suspicious sounds erupting on the carpet and that is lying next to the alcohol of our... it turns out, next to my mother’s white (in the recent past) trousers. and now they are raw after urgent and unforeseen washing! I had to dry quickly. Better way not found, how to hang out of the balcony and shake the pants :D Thank God they didn't fall yet! And my mom is a teacher in Russian. yes. so here, she brought me yesterday a composition of her student on the topic of "remembered day of summer holidays".
I remember perfectly the day when I accidentally passed by your house and your white pants painted in your window.