In the courtyard opened a barbecue salon for Yorkshire terriers. On the sign were attached red letters "In honor of opening the first customers a discount of 50%". My father, a man of old hardness, when Champaiah drowns until now, is a steal, and he doesn’t know that we have Yorkshire terriers that live so badly, I suspect that he doesn’t even know what kind of beast it is. In short, I didn’t even doubt that Dad would be the first customer, even with such a discount. Imagine, he tells me, came beautiful like a ice cream, sat in a chair, I sit, the barber is also sitting, silent. I cried, she was silent, I greeted – she was silent, and only when she said, “Where is your cuddly baby?” I went to read the sign again.