I remember, I was a little boy, at the beginning of the winter, I blinded from the snow not a grandmother, but a manly gun. Everything is as it should be: wheels, a conical stem of six-inch caliber, a small brustover along the perimeter. Dolly looked at me from the kitchen window.

In the first meltdown, the wheels turned into unclear bits, and the trunk "sleep". The construction lasted until spring. I was proud that the passers approved. And then it turned out that a rare padonag blinded under the windows a half-meter hernia for the winter.

All with the enthusiasts, and be more creative in the holiday!