The forum. The story of a woman doctor.

Today, another babulancy at the reception stretches me a bottle of cognac :crazy: (there is also the mystery of Polishinel, I am a light-eyed blonde, without thighs and with fine eyebrows, there is no Armenian blood, but the bottles with alcohol really strain me already :unknown: )
She looked at me suspiciously and asked, “Are you not pregnant?”!" I agree with Kiev.
She:" Firstborn?" I:"No. Trojan :-), the third baby will be"
The grandmother respectfully:"Your husband is probably an oligarch..." I smiled and said that I don’t.
Here the grandmother turned in the face and said:"This is all because your generation is too poor. Do not go to abortions on time, do not build communism... you have everything too simple... " and proudly turned down %)
I've written it for autumn :D