He has water, therefore, all year round, neither in summer nor in winter, only in strangers in the well for Christ's sake, and at home - on holidays, and it can end at any time, and the internet, therefore, in his 65-thousand township spent. To be honest, the joy of the rare availability of this water is questionable. Here it is not necessary to appreciate what is, but to cry every day of hopelessness and condemnation, from the fact that you can't drop out of this hell hole, from the fact that the woman loved suffers and a small child. And so will be for the rest of their lives.
Man, are you not afraid? That’s the fuck you live there.