Once in my early childhood, I was eager to battle the neighboring forests. Well mushrooms there, moss, berries, fun.

And somehow broke up. I went there only with a bag in my pocket. I found a bush of strawberries. And I, by the way, broke out the babulin reference of medicinal herbs. I knew how to distinguish potatoes. And a lot of it went out.

The bush of berries was clearly appetizing and unfavourable. It was broken into a package.

I brought it and threw it into the kitchen.

There are fucking many guests. of important.

All the shit, all the shit.

And my mom, what about the berries? Heracles put them in compot.

They bombarded the guests for a long time. Because the berries are more than laxative. Fortunately, there were two types in the house.

They all survived. But the berries were lacking.