My wife called an electrician. It was Sunday, and all the neighbors were there.
I opened the cage.
The man was found to be healthy, in a blue suitcase, with a suitcase and squeaky.
by voice.
As soon as he entered, the little dog that lived in our courtyard, loudly
He grumbled and started to bite a new leg.
by Masha! I rattled.
The man, slightly under the closet, immediately turned on and waved with a joyful face.
For the entire district:
The man! The dog is playful! You can’t bite a beautiful man in the foot.
And here, across the corner, my wife Maria Egorovna sailed out!
Time has stopped.
Looking at my wife’s stone face, the man stood on me.
Through the tears that poured both of my eyes, I could only squeeze:
My dog is called Iroquois.