xx: got the pigeons on the neighboring balcony, wire and wire. I will go chase.
xx: stumbled, came to the balcony, walked with his hands, threw stones from pots with flowers (falled almost every time!) - pigeons with poherfeys sit and occasionally take off and again sit on the carnise back. Go ahead, the shit.
But the table will appear to me in the window with a wreath!! to
xx: even the birds who were sitting on the trees opposite.
I think I’ve discovered some secret of the world.