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Writers of Nash! :D

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My ancestors are already sleeping, I want to drink... And I sit in the coat, he has a big hat, I dressed him... I go, I drink, I go out of the room: darkness and shock... I stop in the hole and I stand... I only hear a rumble like that and Daddy’s mat... Daddy knocked on the door, fell... I struck the elbow and the knot... Then the light goes on... I have a wild laugh... Just hysteria))) – this is a story from my face...

Here is from Daddy:
I stood up to write, I went from the pit and looked: what was black, my mouth opened... I think everything, shit, death came... Well, and shouted, back to run, confused in my legs, struck the door, there in the dirt and broke up...