...I hear, a child that there is strength for something heavy collochmatite on the balconies. I explode with the thought "how many neighbors have already slept on their balconies?And I immediately sit down with devil’s satisfaction. It is my grandmother!
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When I was a kid, I was sent to my grandmother all summer. But I managed to do terrorist attacks even in my absence.One summer I poured a piece of 10 cappuccino before leaving, put them under the bed and left, they broke and flew to the neighbors on their new whitened ceiling.A day before leaving gave the cat a piece of raw chicken (she did not eat it and hid it in a common warehouse), a few days later in the house smelled and flew a cloud of flies.And on the day of leaving in the morning I needed to pour molds with gips, the remains were transported to the toilet...
Sooner than my parents did not leave the feeling of my presence almost all summer and as they later said, they did not miss me at all.