A: “And I, the bab, who mourn with several boys at once, in the expectation that something will burn out with someone, I call ‘fishermen’.”
“And I’m the Malvinas.”
A: “Why is it?”
B.: “Well, she was the first to get messed up with Buratino, Piero, Karabas Barabas, Duremar and on a black day even with a talking pudel.”
A: "Why does Karabas Barabas allow her to understand - a career, Duremar is also explainable - himself was once, Buratino - a oak with money, Piero - a girlfriend - a jacket, and a pudel why?"
B. : "And what else is needed of the finished straw from the man: to entertain conversations, to lick where her perverted fantasy will point, to whisper to bring shoes in the teeth, and most importantly not to understand all the humiliating monstrousness of his position."
A: “Fu, it is ugly!”
B: “I’m disgusted”