Just just...
At the entrance to the mini-market a car crashed, a driver literally jumped out of it - a 20-year-old boy. Lovely, fast in movements, all like a sprinkle, such as they say "the spark is flying." Melting to the shop door, he opened them and measured, holding. Dancing with impatience.
From the front seat came a dwarf. With a stick. On poorly listening legs, flattering and flattering, he shakes in the direction of the door...
The little one (and the little one).
Daddy, please hurry up! We are so late!
Grandfather raises his young eyes on him and, smiling with all his wrinkles, says:
Grandchildren, believe me I am running inside!! to
It is warm for the whole day.)