From Japan:
xxx: It was a matter, played in a student performance of the Lieutenant of the White Army. The premiere was successful, the benefit was successful. Buried afterwards. I decided to go home the next day. Directly in form. “Go away” would have been necessary, but there was a silo in the brain: “Esaul (cat) is unlikely to find food on the street. Unless you love a couple of cats.” Next is the oil painting. Near the entrance, the uncles were sitting on the benches. Do you know such people? A white guard officer who begins to awake approaches the entrance and commands: “Esau, come to me!” The axels broke.
Aunt in full. Since then, my reputation in that house has remained that.