Recently, I read the Psalms of the dead all night.
The resting grandmother, in addition to the children, was also reading her baptist and her grandson - both real puppies.
I know the first three caphisms almost by the mouth. So I read them at a very high speed, monotonously, without expression, in the same rhythm and pace.
And here, after the third caffism, I sat down to rest and drink coffee, so I didn’t want to sleep. Her baptist, Pasha, approaches me and says:
This is the kind of compliment I wanted to say to you.
I was a little stressed:
And what happened?
And he continues:
- No, you really could read rap quickly, "Casta" didn't even roll around.