We have breakfast. Could you lend a baby seed to your mom? Or to give? Or she just goes that way, or she could give me a doll.(Daddy swallowed breakfast), and she continues: I thought and decided, I would have enough 2 seeds. I have a sister, well, and Mishka who will have to (Papa begins to sneeze heavily, trying not to roast), and she continues to burn: our mother grows well....and the plantations on the window, and cats and dogs and children...