The story of a biologist living in the darkness of the тверской region.
One day, I was brought with broken wings. She lived with us for six months, has already restored her feathers and one day... suddenly began to argue with the mat. And very strongly. We let her go, she fled into the forest. A year later, a known hunter comes to me and says, “I saw your hunter in the woods. I went through the woods last week...and I was placed with a mat from the tree 0_o Then a whole output of seeds arrived and all mated.
I think that at such a rate soon not only the Russian people will speak matte, but the birds too.