I sit in the evening without touching anyone, reading a book. The husband arrives, begins to dress up: “All the little girl has fallen asleep, I’m ready.” I pulled out the book, awaiting the continuation, removed the maika, bowed, whispered:
M: Let’s go now...or I’ll forget.
I am – Eeeeem? OOO
M: What is it? I told you half an hour ago, my back hurts, I need to wipe the ointment, let’s now, or then I’ll forget.)))