On the subject of "the fall of morals".
I went to the metro today from work. 21:00 on Saturday. I am so naked.
work :() In the car a few people, sitting in front of me an intelligent
My uncle, a 65-year-old professor, is reading the newspaper. In this
at the moment in the car enter 2 punk, wrapped in the hole, splashing on the backpacks,
They turn to the unopened door and look. I sit straight.
at the extreme place next to them, from the edge to the seat. After some time
The boys get bored and one suggests: let’s read the book.
Memory, and who does not remember the vodka puts today (what next??). The second,
Please give it. What will we read? My Uncle the Most Honest
Rules... the second next batch. The first next. No once
You have fallen!! Coupettes 8 passed, I go out, the professor looks at them.
Surprised and says: Pushkin is specifically burning!!! I was in Ah.