We walk on the names of a acquaintance, on the date of another acquaintance. There was a conversation about a film where the Odysseus luke could not be stretched. First I thought about fairy tales. The owner of the country, a man of absolutely no outstanding setup, with a clever face came out, returned with a two-meter rod which he called the "long English bow" and offered to put on him a tendon and shoot.
Titus, under a joint hood, was caught only by both of us. No one was able to stretch the bow with the aunt to the end, and the owner of the bow forbade to stand with his legs.