In our courtyard lives a boy Igor aged 5-6. Sweet boy, always as he sees me, even from far away shouts hello! And now I am coming home recently from the universe and this Igor has seen me and cries from a distance:
Hello to you! He was with a friend and they both went to meet me.
Hello to you! I greeted him.
A: What did you get today?
- 5k / did not upset the boy and rub about the literal designation of the ratings in our universe /
A... in mathematics?
In the microeconomy.
This is ISO, right? The Poor Boy
No, I am not smart. I am not in school, but in college.
A. How old are you?
and 19.
To shut up, right? He said not to me, but to a boy of about the same age who stood next to him.