With me in the same office sits a Soviet model woman (!) Higher education, which speaks about this: "I’m here, well, that’s in general, you understand? I say to Ivanych - you give it, and he - and how to give it when it is..." Or: "Natasha, give me what I just thought about, well that, well that, what I need to do the question that... well you understand!". And so all day!
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But not being able to express a thought in simple words is, forgive me, a shit.
and...
Stroke during childbirth. Half of the brain in a bloody mesiv. I write without mistakes and in the correct literary language. And I say just that - give me it, like his, on the letter K. Yes, it's a shit.