I took my daughter from the garden yesterday. I see something that is sad. I ask :
What happened, what happened?
“Daddy, why is Sergey in love with me and Aida?
Why did you decide so?
He’s watching me all day and I don’t understand anything.
– Well daughter, maybe he’s still choosing which one he likes more from VAC?
How is that? Do you know what your mother is in love with? You walk after her, you look at her.
Then she pauses and gives a phrase, from which someone behind me bends halfway with laughter:
and AAAA! I understood! You just had no choice!? to