We were now out of the forest. Right on the road is a writer. And the dog has never seen such a uncle. She is terribly afraid of the incomprehensible. Here is here. A man with a strange detail.
Agriculture and Agriculture!! The dog wept out of horror.
Remove it! My uncle is rattled.
Can you clean it first?
Do I have something to clean?! to
“Not God knows what, of course, but there are kids walking here,” I said politely.
Here the uncle for some reason came into the feeling and shouted: "Fuck! There are two people!"