I went to the blinds. It’s nice in summer, it’s interesting. Behind the River Fence. in the Saskatchewan River. He took with him Japanese hooks, Chinese hooks, now fashionable naglosaks donke (feeder). Well, he went to fishing in the evening, opened a expensive firm feed with a thirsty anise smell, blurred it in a large pelvis with water, put on his back to swell. I sit myself, attaching a hook and hooks to the leash.
And the aunt, by the way, owns a good herd of goats, which did not rush, walked in the background, watched me and at the same time chewed the coastal grass.
How one of them came unheard of me, I don’t know. How I ate behind my back all three kilograms of supplementary food, without a whistle, is mystery number two. When I turned, she quietly licked the basin.
All the sapphires had to be forgiven. The goat also had to forgive, did not catch up.
But the most important thing started in a day. My mother-in-law slowly sold goat milk to neighboring farmers. In the morning, the first to the gate for milk ran a rooted man, pulled us as a gift of sasan under two kilograms. Which I did not catch. And she cries through the fence: "You hear Nikolayevna, my daughter has that, when you don't make her drink this milk, she says, it smells like something, and here they gave it, and they didn't take it away, she drank it all, she talks deliciously. Can we increase the supply by a liter and a half?”