We moved to a new apartment. They packed and carried large bags of things. And during one of the walks, in the elevator we met our favorite neighbor from below. The hysteria, and still, the peaceful life did not give us from the first week of our ride, even menta tried to infest us. This is a separate story, of course. So here, we go with her in the elevator and she says:
and you! Look at me and my child (which was nearby) and you will not let us live!
Don’t stop, we’re already sitting! Do you see the bag?! to
Thanks to God! Who will live for you now?
Then I was cursed, and I replied:
- Seven Tajik gas burgers > :)
- O_O