Married a colleague. After that, in his conversation there was a glimpse: “My Klava to, my Klava to...”

I went home to him for papers. I knock on the door and people from the apartment are interested in who I am.

I answer, “Clava, this is your husband’s colleague...”

He opens the door and says that she is not Clava, but Irina.

I thought the door was wrong. But not.

The next day, a colleague said he called his wife so for himself, and at home he got full for Clava.

They drove tourists to the water park, so some returned to the bus as soon as they had just left the swimming pool, while at the entrance they were arguing with them. I started carrying garbage bags, giving wet, say, put on the seat.

We put the towel.

Is it waterproof?

No, let’s get a package.

Here are the bits. Once are a father with a son of twelve years of age, of course, to change clothes is superfluous.

Don’t worry, we won’t freeze.

It is wonderful! But the seat is wet, please take the bags.

have taken. I walk from the front door through the salon, I count people, I hear from the middle what a roar is being delivered, the father of the son is a paraffin. He comes to me for support:

“Maria, I’ve already made holes in the bag, tell my son that you need to take off the cowards and put on the bag!