David went to Peter with his friends. In this case, a comrade from the real, not the northern, capital, was drawn to his dear heart. The commander, he says, but for your sake came a day earlier, he says. Together, they saw the night and walked all night until the morning. The comrade used to go to bed at 10 o'clock, so by 5 o'clock and 30 kilometers on foot he was reluctant. He said, No Noah. At the end of the walk, only seeing his hotel, he ran away without kissing anyone. I shouted: I hate you. He jumped through half-meter barriers on the track. He fell but did not give up.
In the morning I called: I hate you, but I will take you on the train. For the farewell ceremony among the courtyards, he even bought a cognac. When he again started to drum something under his nose about “how much you can walk,” and we said “no no,” he joyfully demonstrated his brandy and drove us under his nose.
Why not Noah? This is "Noah"!!! and smiles.
The clever shit.