xxx recalled the story of pity - we went with the neighbor's boys to go fishing - well, they caught every little stuff - brought to him to divide, and to him once a aunt from Kubani came - such a classic baptist
xxx> and so she was sorry to cut the fish - I can't, grit, cut it when she looks at me
xxx> that we had to first cut out the fish's eyes, and then give it - so that it could be cleaned.