I went into the forest for mushrooms. I slept for hours. She chose a place for painting and sat down. And suddenly, someone doesn’t bite me too much. I jump up like a crushed, swallowing my legs along the way and looking around what a creature. The mill, the eggs, and healthy such, looks at me and slides. Given that I don’t have a hollow pencil, I go home to lick the wounds. I clogged it and it seemed OK. A neighbor comes and I tell her about the eggs. She is:
You laugh in vain. I watched the TV broadcast, in the suburb of Moscow a lot of angry eggs. Go to the trauma point.
Fuck, I go to Moscow, I come to the trauma point, and there is a row of three screws, consisting of broken and cutting-cutting sufferers. And I sit in the line of three hours, but I have a serious case, especially when I see the turn, I feel: rage is approaching, I go to the head, say, do not take any measures - all the time I eat. She enters the position, goes to the doctor in the office, something there shakes with him and goes out. Then he goes out to the hallway and the doctor himself, such a good uncle, like Abolit, and with such a loud voice gives out:
“From today on, all those bitten in the railway are passing without a turn. Are there such?
I am :
and yes.
He walked into the office with the compassionate eyes of the sufferers.