My floor in the kitchen. Specifically, I scratch out especially prominent fragments. Varka is interested, to such an extent that he is about to fall on his legs in the shattered, but not yet washed shame. I try to push her away, in a harsh tone:
- "Please be careful!"
Zero of attention. by :
"Who did you say it to?and "
Also also. What to do? And here I recall the recent visits of my nephew... the Holkin family... and I launch heavy artillery – I open my arms and give in a joyful tone:
- "Thanks to you!"
The crust is dematerialized at such a rate that even the glowing feathers are not visible )))))))))
Noah is a reflex!