We visited one of their acquaintances in their house in the village, in a deaf house. Far away and deaf, but clean air and pleasant company. In the evening they sat in the kindergarten talking, and behind the fence on the bench the old ladies, as usual discussed their affairs (about all and nothing) But one phrase literally beat us drunk:



- And here is Petrovna, you hear, and what is your grandson? How many years he has been doing what he is doing now.



Well he him. Call once a month. Somebody speaks to a master.



God is with you Petrovna? Didn’t you do that at the institute? ? to ? to Well, no, he’s a big guy, I told you to let us go to the school. Well, as Walkin learned, the entire village antenna sets up...