He previously lived in the village, often travelling on a bus type PAZik. And often carried us, everyone's beloved dirty uncle Vova, a huge size uncle. He spoke loudly, with a loud voice and reluctantly. And here we just come to the village, the people began to go out, and in the passage came some annoying grandmother and asks the uncle of the woods:
When will you go back?
At fifteen ten
At what time?
At fifteen ten
I don’t understand anything, speak Russian.
I went nah@i
Everyone who came out last was roaring a long time. :D