I go home on my ashes.Tuesday, Vernadka, evening.Therefore - a dead traffic jamming, the new work circle is closed.
I call my daughter (nine years old), I talk to her ten minutes about everything and all the differences, I end the conversation with the words:
All, kiss for now! I will call my grandmother.
I’m calling my mom’s number, but instead of the expected ‘allo’ I’m hearing a whispering, almost hysterical whisper!
Mother :
You will not believe! He runs into Polin’s room and, sinisterly choking, says, “Do you want, grandmother, I can predict the future for you?? to
(Take "mhatovskaya pause") Luckily your mom will call you!!! to