Great conversation at the stop.
I stand under the umbrella, I don’t touch anyone, I think to wait for the bus or go for a walk.
My uncle, who is still not a pensioner, asks me.
Do you know when it will be "three"?
answered
Unfortunately, I do not know
He almost angrily asks:
Why are you standing here then?

I have a running line in my eyes - "reference bureau"?
I don’t know how, but it broke out:
- and you see in the past life was a small boss over the babies and used to build them, and taperich were expelled, so at the stop decided to play!

I can’t understand if the women of the Balzac age look good, so you can talk to them as if they were cries?