A teacher from Moscow regularly writes to me about a student, the type of my son. Then he did not wear a swing, then the skies did not bring, then the money did not give - I started to worry about the child. You wrote the wrong address, hopefully the information will reach the address.
Then the letter came again. I write - Why do you bother me with other people's problems? I can start solving them.
She gave me her address and I will write to her.
Although I’m already accustomed to them, sometimes I even want to ask: "How is Pavluška? Do you have to go on skiing?"