Repair of the house...
I stand on the table under the ceiling, brushing the plaster. In order to avoid falling in the eyes, wearing swimming glasses. I wanted to drink, jump, go for water, all in white dust, with big black eyes:) I tried to cut off, became packed in a strip.
I go to the kitchen and there is my mom. Her reaction to my appearance – she takes a towel and, stretching her arms to me, says:
Fly here, bear, you have your eyes opened!
Even my glasses look like a smiley.