It was in the late nineties, the year was not harvesting, the stockpiles were few, the trade was even less, and the winter was cold-hungry, so I decided to hit the grass and take the meat to the market. He struck, broke, loaded it in the trunk and went. At the entrance to the city of KP GAI, and the technical inspection was already as late as half a year, well, naturally, the mint stopped me, and I began to go for a bathtub. Well, and so I say on "punishment" there is no money. I look at him in the trunk and say "what luck do you have?" hints. Well, I had to open, I see him in a smile disappeared and said "not as much as a man, we will agree", and the cat's heart will scratch... the last is the time, sad to give! And he quietly picked up the best pieces of himself and mocked the mole. Paul the Pig took the shit. I go and even the tears turn, and who in the throat... and the insult is such a whisper! I came to the market, wiped up, I opened my luggage, and I saw that there are mentivsky gloves lying in them, and in them our money and not our stock which I have not seen until now!!! The pig did not sell. I bought it in the market and went back, but on another road... and that road I have never gone after!

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