I returned home yesterday, and at the entrance, on the staircase, they stood

Four of the students. I don't know what it's called, rapper or something else.

- wide, down on the ass trousers, jackets blown for six sizes

More than necessary and some silly shoes. As he rose up

In the stairs, I heard them talk about the “shooter” and how they would “sweat.”

of a “Marcus.”

I reached the square between the floors, looked, and one was impressive.

such a castle, the second with a iron rod, the third with a cut of the pipe...

smoking, smoking, sweetening the whole floor, and also when I walked, I said,

What did you want, idiot, to get rid of?

Well, I think, I'll get up now, I'll tell my husband, and we'll see who else's going to go.

The torch will stumble. A neighbor from the fourth comes down.

A low, but very wide-armed man under a forty-year-old, three children. and

He fought and served in mint, and now he became a priest, released long

Her hair, her beard, she walks all in black, almost completely seated.

He heard these schoolgirls tell me, he went down to them. They

Calmed, they saw, probably, his puffy fists and a gray gray –

I thought he was an old metal player.

What is the meeting here, girls? Asked the neighbor. As a priest

He asked, whispering with his bass, from whom the candle lights oscillate, and

The glasses in the windows tremble.

They are silent, only the eyes shake.

Shut up the houses! to Mommy! Eat, multiply and sleep!



Oh how the boys shook! They abandoned their rails and fled. and neighbor

He breathed hard, crossed and said so quietly:

“Guide them, O Lord, on the way of the truth, and I will not put the belt on them.

They will remember for a lifetime! He went to church for himself.