My grandmother burned in black. Everything is not described, but the breasts of the compromise were given to the public at lunch: crazy: And starting with memories from the time of King Horoh and ending with the "fresh" about Daddy and Mom :D The husband didn't stand the first and now quietly calls her "Our Snowden" or "Baby Snowden". The funniest thing that I was talking to my mom tonight was, “Tell my mom that we won’t give Snowden’s grandmother to them, that is, we won’t give it back.”