I drive with the aquariums - a portion of the grass has ripened, replaced several water tanks. Dirty, naturally, splashed out into a sort, and the rush, the infestation, continues to float on the surface, pulled the hole with a flat layer, like in a pond.
Well, I think FIG with her, with time it will drown. And I forgot.
After a while, the husband enters the sorting room, I hear the knock of the lifting lid, the shout of horror and amazement, and the shout of the soul:
Oh my God!! She’s already put it all here!!! to
c) Volha