under the window on the truffles, the girls of 5-6 years in a group of 7 individuals, and in all the unhealthy power of their children's lungs, the choir grumbling: "Oh God, what a man, I want a son from you... already 10 minutes... apparently, the apocalypse if it has not come, it is already near...

And under my window, the same children argued, hugging the doll, as right as a man or a man.