Here you are planting potatoes sober. Mosquitoes and mosquitoes eat you for nothing. You are nervous, you are psychic.
And you plant potatoes for 150-200 grams. mosquitoes and the mosquitoes eat you in vain. You laugh and think. Well well. I have 2 liters of salt in the refrigerator in the morning... but here you, Scuchi, tomorrow from the bowl go... go to the sea to fly...