Six people in the department. I and my five daughters are half a penny.
One month ago I had a birthday.
In the morning, the salads were cut, the wine was cooled, the slice was broken. He barely swallowed until I waited.
Finally lunch. We sit, eat and drink. I was given a cognac as the only man. The Beauty. And here they start singing. The most decent thing - I got drunk, I won't get home, well, and all our stage in turn led by Stas Mikhailov. Through the midst of the dawn and the fog for you, from the midst of the rainbow and the flowers of the kalina. From singing I repented type "word I don't know".
So here. On Friday, my aunt had a birthday. I am crying. They printed my words.