The philosopher:
Where do these fools get rid of?
The philosopher:
She caught me in shock.
The philosopher:
The crossword is sitting, and I am watching the circus. There is the question "7 not", well, it is clear that the octave. It begins in every cell to write pre, re, mi, fa, salt, la. Then buy out that the cell is only 6. Huh you think? Then he picks up another cage and writes "SI" there. Then, with an angry face, he closes the magazine and pronounces: "People with this tower are completely upset, even crosswords can not normally come up with."