One day, the parents cooked a condensed meal, the father anointed on the bread - Na, try.

I didn’t eat anything more delicious.

And here, I’m alone at home, in one hand a condensed bank, in the other a pot with water. I think I’ll make a party for myself.

I put the bowl in a pot, lighted a lighthouse in a conforcation, I wait.

It took 15 minutes to stop. A spoon broke the pot in the pot.

Thirty minutes. - Yes, maybe it's time, sausages that, out, ten minutes are cooked.

I pulled out the bowl, knocked it with the opening, and from the bowl I pulled it onto the ceiling, onto the closets, onto the head.

How much to cook it? I asked my mother a few days later, scratching my blue left ass.