On the birthday of a neighbor in my girlfriend's dormitory (the girlfriend herself, Nastya, is absent):
We prepare meals, friends (p) and name (s):
Oh, what a beautiful bowl! Their own?
and – no, Nostin (
Serving the table:
What beautiful plates! Their own?
And no, the cold...
At the end of the evening, everyone divides, I hear the end of my ear about myself:
What a good guy, careful, caring, educated!!! Their own?
and – No, Nathan... = ((