He: Well, why are you still blowing? I have noticed...
I: Well, imagine - a puppy in a shoe smashed you, of course you screamed at him, he blamed in the corner, then came, licked you in the hand, murmured - as if, and as if you forgave him, but here the shoe is still washing you, and besides that he will still smash, how long, of course?
He: Oh, what do I need to wash? Tell me, I will wash!