HH: It was such a joke! She went to preserve her course in the nursery, where she first gave birth. But I gave birth in the day, and here is the night, the holiday, the first of January, no soul. The door is closed and there is no guard. I have fights! But at thirty meters further on the fence, the same gate grows up. We are not proud, we go for a walk. I am passing by the guard house, from there, the uncle is sleeping, says, where are you? I say I’m lying to you! And he smiles like this: "You come to us early! We have a morge here. And at the birthplace in the previous passage, knock louder." Ppc.