When you were young, what could you buy for $100?
Ten years, a granddaughter, ten years in prison.

Once a rat came out of the bathroom. Fortunately, I wasn’t there at that moment. I went in, saw, immediately closed the door to the bathroom, ran after the cat (ah, apparently I had a wrenched thought in my head to throw the cat there and lock it until it solves the problem). Fortunately (for the cat, whose cheeked face was clear that he had just slept quietly and was not ready for such a hernia), when I returned, the rat was already fucking off the same way it got off. I closed the toilet for a while. I even thought of pressing the cover of the curtains, but I was afraid that it would just break the cover to the harams. The rat didn’t come in anymore, but now I always push my penis a little further and look inside the toilet when I sit on it, although many years have passed since that.

They divide equally only when they can’t take everything.

It was told by a friend who worked as the head of the bank’s security service. It has been a week since I started working in this position. The owner and the head of the bank had not been known before. We met with our common acquaintance. The conversation lasted about half an hour, and he suddenly offered to work with him. We met again, asked my questions, discussed the conditions, and I agreed. The man turned out to be interesting, a candidate of legal sciences, worked in responsible positions. Gives me to study a business project presented by his old friend, a landlord. He is engaged in mining in the region far from Moscow. He asks for a loan of 40 million rubles, to organize the mining of gold. The project is well-designed, with clear schemes, graphics. Possible risks and ways to eliminate unwanted consequences are detailed. All banking agencies agreed to the project. When the CEO came, it was my turn. Of course, I am far from mining and geology in general. However, there was a little rumor about the name of the area. I have never heard of precious metals. Only iron ore. Carefully read the entire project, made a call to his subordinate to the branch, where both friends-businessman were born and raised. The next day, they sent information about how the borrower took large money from two local banks and successfully dropped it. And he has two lawyers assistants who have no place to test. In the very project found a letter from the regional geological management that the conclusion about the presence of any precious metals on the specified site will be ready not earlier than in a year. While it is being studied. So far, there is no reason or purpose for any work. The project envisaged an early start of work. In the open database of legal entities registered in the Russian Federation, the applicant was a construction organization in his hometown, established two weeks earlier, and nothing more. In fact, I spent less than an hour on the entire examination. The loan was refused. The head of the bank was stunned by the information about his old friend. I wonder who in our country is doing business, honest and not only.

The girl complains to her friend:
My daughter and I want to have a dog, and my husband is absolutely against it.
In a categorical way?
He says, “I won’t walk with her.”

If you stop drinking, smoking and fucking, you won’t live longer. Life will just seem longer.

Something about impure force and other poltergeists

After the divorce, Rome's wife, who professed the principle of "Al a cone, but in the center!" She bought herself a single on the Peace Avenue, and the unpretentious Roma for the remaining money acquired the first thing. Roma got an apartment on the outskirts, count in the suburbs. Not even an apartment, but half a house. There are such, you know, typical two-room houses of Soviet construction.

This inexpensive at first glance property had a number of undeniable advantages from the point of view of Roma. First and foremost, a full-fledged double. A separate entrance. A clock of land, flanked by a palisade. No neighbors, not counting the lonely semi-paralyzed old lady behind the wall. Two steps to work. The most important thing is the maximum distance from the center. This practically excluded for Roma the possibility of even a random encounter with her ex-wife or her mother.

Of course, there was a shortage of this home. and substantial. And so substantial that the previous owners, who were bustling with the sale of this apartment not the first year, looked at Rome with a mixture of hope and distrust, as if they expected that Rome, like the rest of the buyers, in the last moment will melt like an eggs in the fog. The apartment had a very bad reputation.

You can call it whatever you want, hellishness, impure force, poltergeist, but the fact remains a fact - weird things happened in the house from time to time. Periodically, objects moved by themselves, disappeared, and some things appeared unexpectedly, sometimes strange and frightening sounds were delivered from nowhere. In short, there was a full set of devil, repeatedly described by the ren-tv channel and the newspaper Oracle. And not that these strange things happen often and constantly, no. But because they rarely occurred, they produced an even more unexpected and depressing impression. Including its seeming meaninglessness. For example, you come from work, and on the kitchen table lies a key for seventeen. Which you did not have in your home.

That only the former owners, people rational and not superstitious, did not undertake to combat this phenomenon. Change the locks, hanging stalls on the windows. They invited a father with a cadil, in order to sanctify the dwelling. The father, of course, sanctified the dwelling, but then drowned in such a sink that in one evening he caused more damage to the owners than the unclean force in all the previous years. They called, like the unforgettable Frekken Bock, on television, in some show about the outdoors, where they were sincerely and honestly sent, offering not to shake the heads of busy people with all kinds of nonsense. Eventually, in their despair, they came to the point that one day they even set up a real wolf trap, which they themselves miraculously did not hit. Because the trap they placed in the kitchen was suddenly in the hallway, right under the door when they returned.

So the sellers were not without reason afraid that at the last moment Roma, to whom benevolent neighbors told about the oddities of the apartment, would give a back and jump. But Roma, the product of the Soviet education system, only laughed at all these rumors, and eventually the parties struck their hands. Especially since the former tenants left the new owner as a bonus almost all the environment and furnishings. Probably afraid to take a notorious drum with you in any furniture box. So Roma joked over them, settling into a new home.

Soon, however, the new tenant was forced to admit that the rumors about strange things happening in the apartment have a very real ground. The first ringing was a bottle of champagne. A bottle of champagne, open to the new home and standing in the refrigerator almost untouched, which Roma was all about to throw out, but his hand did not rise. And when she got up, Rome was surprised to find that the contents of the bottle had dropped by half. From under a tightly closed block, from the refrigerator, in the apartment where nobody but him was.

And then it began. It may have started earlier, just Roma, first faced with the unexplained, began to be more attentive to the surrounding environment. All events were in the same order as with champagne. That is, on the one hand it was characterized by its obvious meaninglessness and inexplicability, and on the other hand by its equally obvious harmlessness. Bread crumbs on the table, a passport that moved from the servo to the TV, disappeared unclearly where the lamps bought the day before, slurred water under the window from the fresh polished unclearly flowers, and all in this spirit. If Roma had not been aware in advance, he might have panicked and set off on the slippery path of his predecessors, changing castles and setting traps. But convinced that the events happening do not pose a threat to life and health, Roma decided to just shake her hand and not ruin her nerves. The only thing that caused him a slight annoyance was the disappearance of new cuts, which he sprinkled the day before at work to shake up the old electrical wiring. But Roma quickly filled this annoyance in itself and the next day struggled with others at work. In short, in one way or another, Roma has learned to coexist with the impure force that is present.

In other words, the new home was good for him. He met a neighbor, a lovely old lady Olga Vitalevna, who was very poorly hearing, was blinded, and barely moved around the house, so that Roma took the habit of going to the store to buy her some foods of the first necessity. What was she exceedingly glad. And when he repaired her crane and changed the socket in the kitchen, her happiness was no limit. In short, life, as they say, slowly improved.

On Monday morning, Rome felt bad. There were two reasons for Tom. The first is a colleague’s anniversary on Friday, and the second is a nephew’s wedding on the weekend. Roma treated drinking very positively, and never avoided good company, but had one peculiarity in this matter. His body perfectly tolerated single influences, but was categorically opposed to multi-day. So waking up in the morning on Monday, Roma felt bad, called to work, took a break, and remained lying on the couch, trying not to make unnecessary movements. Because without them, the mechanical carpentry worked in the head, rubbing the skull and all its contents from the inside. The situation could have saved a couple of aspirin pills, but as soon as the pharmacy rose, Roma has not yet had time. Therefore, he lay dumb on the couch, staring at the old carpet on the floor, left to him from the former dwellers.

He looked at this carpet for so long that at some point it just floated in front of his eyes. Roma shaken his head, causing a spark of enthusiasm for the hammermen, but the carpet did not think to get in order. He, on the contrary, swung stronger and stronger, then a wave passed through him, and suddenly a yellow bone hand appeared from under the edge of the carpet.

If Rome were not in such a deplorable state, it would have been enough for condrations. And so he only cuddled and silently watched how the bone hand scratched on the floor, then the carpet swelled even stronger, and behind the hand from under him appeared a gray broken head.

Hello Olga Vitalievna! Suddenly, even for himself, Roma suddenly spoke with a sewed voice.

The head shaken, frozen for an instant, and then as suddenly as it appeared disappeared under the carpet. A hand disappeared behind her, and then the carpet, shaking, took its usual position. Then came silence.

From a minute, Roma was lying, coming back, then jumped sharply, and ran around the house, stretching his pants on the go. “This is an old car! He put himself under his nose. Here is the bubble! Here is you and your home! Oh Olga Vitalievna! Give it to me!” Finally, he attached his pants, and pulled his legs into the shoes and jumped out of the door.

In order to get to the neighbor, he had to pass two cylinders and escape the palace. The neighbor was not locked. Roma knocked the door and walked into the house without knocking. Olga Vitaliovna, as in nothing, sat comfortably at the table by the window, and drank tea from a plate with sugar for a snack. The dish in the old lady's hand smelled odorfully, and the sugar she skillfully crushed to the pain by the familiar Romans.

Oh my romance! - joyfully cried Olga Vitalievna to the neighbor frozen in the door. How good you came in! I feel so bad today, I could barely get from bed to table. My bread is over, I don’t know what to do. Are you going to the store? If you gather, buy me, be a friend. Are you not at work, are you sick?

Roma stood and looked stupidly at the beetles in the old lady’s hand. All the words he had prepared while he was running, went somewhere.

I did not go to work. He burst out. Something breaks the head.

It is all weather! It was stated by Olga Vitalievna. Transmitted on TV.

Instead of answering, Roma turned and went out.

He went into the store, bought bread for the old lady, minerals and what foods for himself, and all the way thought about how obvious the puzzle was. After all, he was told about the lounge and the common basement under the house, but he missed this unnecessarily by his ears. He also thought that immediately upon his return he would take the nails, the hammer, and intentionally hit the entrance to the basement to the devil's mother.

Then he brought bread to his neighbor, who was still sitting in the kitchen by the window, and went home. The cowboy in his head again began his shock work, and it would have been necessary to go to the pharmacy for pills, but the strength was no longer, I wanted to get to the couch soon and lie down. Rushing into the hallway, Roma looked into the kitchen to leave the foods, and suddenly froze as if he had been digged.

Your own mother! He broke in his hearts.

In the kitchen, right in the middle of an empty table, was a package of aspirin.

Rocket (with his permission)

You didn’t even notice that I changed the tire!
I noticed
I have not changed!

The lazy is not Moska, the lazy is strong, the lazy will fall and the elephant!

© Dmitry Sviridov

Don’t throw away food at school.
I work at a small Canadian school. A boy from a Pakistani family throws his sandwich, wrapped in foil, into a garbage can.
Did you make a sandwich? Why are you throwing him out?
and yes. I just don’t want, I don’t like.
Don’t throw away food in our school.
I open up in the teacher's room my clothes with a simple lunch - there is no time to prepare in the morning for myself, to have time to leave lunch for the household. I remembered how my grandmother, a radio engineer and inventor, told me how much she wanted to eat in the evacuation in Barnaul, how she saw a piece of bread on the ground and stood over it in the thought of whether to pick up or not. Like his grandfather, he was also an engineer, making plastic jars, which he sold or exchanged on the local market for food. And as my grandmother and my little mother waited for him to return from a business trip, and when she saw him, the grandmother fell on the stairs into hungry fainting.
Now it is fashionable in schools to talk about the shortage of fresh water and the high density of starving populations in Africa and on various other continents. They urge to save water at home and eat less meat. But for some reason, food is thrown away by everyone – children of any skin color and speaking in a variety of languages at home.
Here a child from a Russian family, barely biting a large apple, throws it into a basket, and so almost every day.
“Hello, Vania doesn’t eat the apples you give him with you.
Don’t eat if you don’t want to. They are probably acidic.
Okay, then let’s not, please leave them at home.
And I don’t even remember how I went to the line at 4 a.m. in the early 1990s to buy a cup of kilograms of sugar, or how we cooked powdered potato blenders from packets for a ruble, and with onions for one and a half. And I don’t even think of the fact that I still don’t allow myself to first open a new chocolate tile or take the last piece of anything there from the common dish, although no one is miserable or hungry. But my mother told me that after the war, when she was 6-7 years old, she was often in line for bread and other necessary foods to get them on the cards while her parents were at work. Her hands were printed with numbers that were well preserved if written with a chemical pencil – so she knew her number in every row in which she stood. One day she had all the cards with her for the next month, and something terrible happened – either she stole them, or they were stolen, but she returned home without the cards. Her parents did not mock her, silently looked at each other, and there was a fear in her eyes - how to live the next month? But the extraordinary thing happened – the next day the card system was canceled!
Don’t throw away food at school.

Elena (aka Strange Girl)

My girlfriend thinks the new Apple product is a great gift for the New Year.
Thank you, Apple, for removing this headache, I don’t have to think about what to give it anymore.
We are separating.

The boy (7th grade) asks for advice on what to talk to the girls. I'm telling him about topics that girls are interested in:

Do not exaggerate your taste. Maybe she loves cabbage and broccoli? And you will talk about meat, she will be uninterested, and then the conversation will not work out.

(I noticed that he was distracted and looked at the cat.)

Do you listen to me? Repeat what I said.

Dad, I hear it all. If she loves cabbage and broccoli, then the conversation will not work!

- I sit in the commission at the last oral exam, - told my aunt, - the rector enters, comes closer and whispers to me, like the chairman of the commission: "We have already recruited enough students, there are no more seats, cut all the others."

But how then?

Your problem is my responsibility. to cut!

I sit down, cutting everybody in a row, like a maniac. Contrary, what will you do? Work is such. A guy sits down to me, tells all the questions about the ticket, and the most offensive thing, it is visible that the smart woman knows what she is talking about, not as some - will go out, and do not understand the meaning. He did not raise his hand, spit and took the exam and five others. And to the rector she said, “I teach those I recruit, so I will not retreat, punish if you want.

How she was punished I do not know, but the last twenty years of her life she worked as dean of the faculty, and the rector was already another.

As a young student, we had a good company of five people. “And sorrow and joy are all half.”

One of our friends from this company, let’s call him Alexey, has not a large production and recently, in connection with the expansion, moved to a new office. As an office, I removed half of the office building. Not such a big building. of double. in the former base. Only somewhere 700 m2 - 350m2 on the 1st floor and 350m2 on the second (approximately). Below are production and warehouses, on top is a negotiation hall, a large office for salespeople, a cabinet for an advertiser, a cabinet for an accountant. Production, and, of course, his personal office with a reception room and a secretary in it.

Then Leha decided to make a presentation of the office. Gathered us all last Friday closer to the end of the working day. Naturally with wives and children. Champagne arranged, snacks are not clever. Yes for my own. After an hour and a half of celebration, the children began to captivate from boredom and the girls began to hint that it was time to go home. Leha says:

— Fuck, girls, let me hold your men a little? I need to bring the furniture. I will not raise myself. Guys will help.

Women don’t mind, especially me. They took a taxi and went back to the office waiting for the furniture. We sit at the table and drink shampoo. The host of the event held the last sale and we were left alone in the whole office. Lisha closes the entrance door with a key and says:

- Okay guys, I didn't show you the whole office, go.

We enter his office (here you need to explain: you know, before in the Soviet cabinets of managers there were such cabinets throughout the wall. Well, like, from the wall to the wall and under the ceiling - cabinets, shelves, shelves, etc. And it was often that you opened the closet, and there was a door into the hallway or another office. So Alexey has the same wall of closets and a secret door in his office.



We enter there, and there is another 50 square cabinet. In the office: your san. a node, 2 sofas, 4 chairs, a refrigerator filled with beer, a table, a huge telecome, a bunch of bags, a pair of cabinets and a PS4 with a bunch of games.



Needless to say, we only got out of there on Saturday.

Today he is calling for “help at work.” In the general chat wrote that the closets to dismantle gathered. He asks for help. He even dropped a picture as he broke one door. I think I need to help.

In connection with the coming year of the pig, astrologers recommend to meet the New Year, decorate your clothes with pearls.

Presenting me to the audience, you briefly announced my list of services and listed a few regalies. thank you. There are no additions and additions. There is, if you allow me, a postwriting...
There was one arrested behind us. Gold from the Caucasus. An unpleasant middle-aged man. Those I try not to put anywhere. While the identity was established, translators were obtained, foreign victims fled, the case began to collapse in front of the eyes. Three months later, the question of his release arose. The investigator sounded out of his own powerlessness. The search was on the rails. The commander of the Moor came to me to warn. For an hour and a half, they wore each other’s wings. Eventually he released.
About six months later, at some event, an opera from the 2nd department of Petrovka approaches me and asks:
Remember the murderer who was released in August?
- I remember, - I say, and the mood down the sinusoid, - whom did he stumble?
The opera negatively moves its head: - No, - he says, - on a local shelf demanded from the fellow 50 thousand. dollars that the prosecutor owes for his release.
And what? I ask, and the mood is a stone to the bottom.
The tower was removed and placed on the counter. My grandmother doesn’t take...
I do not count other awards.

Strange, but with marriage and divorce congratulate the same people and equally sincere.

When I was a taxi driver, I was in demand for the service of a “treated driver”. I accepted it, I go to provide it. Time – there are no more than three in the morning, Monday is just beginning, winter, dark.

I came, I see, the jeep stands - all fashionable, charged, high, the kangaroo in front is impressive. Even by Moscow standards, he is beautiful. And the customer is a lady, about half a year old, looks as well-maintained as the car.

She sits down a little, sits on the passenger seat, calls the address, we go. We came to some high house, and the places are all occupied, there is nowhere to touch. He proposes to go back to the prospectus. She knows what to do, I do. We return along a narrow path, along the garages and bands along the belt.

Suddenly, the client came to the idea of parking the car right in the square, between the trees. I’m trying to explain that her car won’t take that swarm, because we’ll sit down! She says very confidently and authoritatively: “But let’s not sit down! “We agreed that if we get caught up in the snow, it’s not my problem.

I am a self-confident driver, I turn, go and go! And at some point I begin to feel the car hanging on my stomach, the wheels are turning, and there is no point. The lady asked, “Well, you’re still sitting down, right? "I answer that yes, and, so high quality, that only to dig, there is no other way out. The entrance to the house was also closed.

And then the client says, “Excellent! Here is your honorary. I’ll wake up this elephant! Let him dig and dig! I assured you that it was impossible to hit this car! ha ha! »

Historians in note. The ancient Goth did not disappear. I walk past a new building today and see a large poster: the house is ready.

to sleep? I asked.
“Yes,” the mistress replied, “I don’t need him.
The puppy pulled me behind the coat with sharp teeth. There was no shadow of alarm in his brilliant eyes. He was not frightened by the strange smells of the watchroom, a stranger in a white coat, and a mother-in-law who decided to get rid of him in the most radical way.
"But he has no health problems or aggression," I tried to convince the woman.
Well and what? I do not need him!
There was a problem with the puppy. And a big. He was unnatural and ugly. At six months, all puppies look a bit easy, because they lose cute childish shapes, but do not yet grow to adult parameters. This dog was bought on the market as a griffon - a curly little dog with a tough wool and a playful temper. All these signs of the breed in the puppy were, but by growth he has long surpassed the largest Griffon and relentlessly approached Mitzelnauzer. A large lower jaw with a snack gave the dog the resemblance of a boxer, and huge ears - one standing, the other hanging - generally resembled a shepherd. The hard wool tore under the most unexpected angles. I think if he had been put out in the "most ugly dog" competition, he would have entered the top five.
"I wanted a little dog," continued the offended woman, "and I was dropped by this ugly man.
- Dogs of a breed are not bought in the market, - I cried out a dark truth.
Well yes! Do you know how much they are in the stove?
I know, I said badly.
And I thought. There were three ways out of this situation. The first was very attractive: pour a bottle of diamond greens on her aunt, so that she could wash off for a week. It disturbs the consequences in the form of calling the police and trouble for the clinic. The second was not so radical: only to tell the owner in the coldest tone that we do not sleep healthy animals. The consequences were also unpleasant. The woman will probably find another clinic or just put the dog out. And in the courtyard a frosty January... The third exit was the most troublesome. I took a heavy breath and picked up the number of an animal shelter.
Hi the light. Will you find a dog owner? Kobeel, six months old, is like a bulldog mix with a terrier, terrible as I am after a night shift, but kind. I send a photo. Can’t take it with you? Is the box full again? Okay, as long as it is with me. You are faster, okay? The owner of the clinic does not welcome this.
At the end of the conversation, I raised my eyes at the owner. She looked at me with a surprised look. “It won’t give the dog away, I understand. We have to find an approach.”
- So yes, - there was more cold in my voice than behind the frozen window, - I can't sleep it, but since now the holidays the price will be double. You will also have to pay for the removal of the body and cremation. And for storing the body in the refrigerator too. The car arrives only on Monday. You know, the New Year holidays.
How is it? What is this disgrace? The housewife’s mouth was upset.
I agree, it is a disgrace, I replied. I am not setting prices here. Therefore, in order to save your money, I suggest to write a refusal of the dog. I will send her to a shelter where the puppy will find a new owner.
The new owner? The woman’s eyes were on her forehead. Who needs it, so terrible?
- Or maybe, - a slight suspicion flashed on her face, - is it a rare breed? Will you sell it expensive?
I mentally stumbled on my hand, pulled toward a bench with a diamond green. In my head came the thought: “Calmly... quietly... you can’t pour green on the visitors, throw them out the window, and even express yourself obscene. I am a professional! I am a professional!“”
“You can sell it in the market,” I said. Does he have vaccines?
What vaccines? The woman’s head was already round.
She could not understand that I decided to save the puppy solely for human reasons, and sought a shelter.
Do you pay for vaccines? Without vaccines, I can’t sell it.
Try it, I said indifferently. Pay a fine if you do.
No is! The aunt took off the necklace, put it in the bag, and the dog pushed it to me.

Take that miracle. He bite all my furniture. What to sign?
I took a picture of the puppy and sent it to the Light. She promised to put it on the website immediately. I fed the dog and put it in a cage in the hospital. There were no more visitors, I sat down more comfortably to see the entrance door, and sang. I have a habit of correcting a bad mood with a song. Two or three romances, filled with my pulling baritone, and life becomes tolerable again. The main thing is to watch the door so as not to scare customers.
- U - u - morning fog - a - nno, u - u - three grey - o - oe, - I stretched.
WOW WOW WOW! brought out of the cage.
Wonder you can sing? I was surprised. This is the name I gave you. The Miracle! Take a duet!
My dog and I performed "Morning", then we sang "Black Crown", and on "I'll go out to the field with a horse" we sang so well that I didn't notice the door opened. So when the applause came out, I jumped out of fear.
Bravo to Bravo! - Suffering from laughter, said a dry old man, unnoticedly penetrated into the room. It was my friend, client and treating doctor Alexander Ivanovich, for his just Shurik.
Shrek, you scared me!
It was you who scared me! I go by, I hear the voices! I thought you finally earned. Find out if you need professional help.
I need! As much as needed! Can you shelter the animal for a week or two? There is no room in the shelter again.
“Oh, I’ve offered it in vain... You know, I won’t bring any dogs after Muhtar’s death.
Murakami and I buried him last year. The dog took half of the owner’s heart into the grave. But the puppy had to be arranged somewhere and I added petition notes to the voice.
But it is temporary! Until the place is released. Imagine that this is a patient you have been infused until the bed in therapy appears.
Keep silent about beds. Don’t talk about work here, Ibolith Figs. What kind of breed is this? Someone is terrible...
This is a rare species! The only copy. I haven’t figured out the name yet, so imagine yourself. They brought him to sleep.
Did you leave again?
and again.
You are a good man, Ibid.
Not especially. I barely swallowed that green.
Not the acid. Give your dog. For a day or two, no more. What is the name of this miracle?
It is called a miracle. You can come up with something of your own.
Why Why? A good name. and corresponds. Is there a guide?
We will build something now. The housewife took everything with her.
This is infection! Okay, dress the beast while I am kind. What did you sing with him?
“I’ll go out at night in the field with a horse!”
I will try too. Maximum for a week! As soon as something is released, call!
When a few days later the seat was released, I called Shurik.
“You know, fuck him, your shelter,” replied a friend. I will not sell this dog for any money. We have concerts at night. His wife would soon die of laughter, but when Mukhtar died, she barely smiled. The dog is scary, but so humorous! He brings, he dances, he understands every word. True, bite all the taburets, and figured with them. The grandchildren now come almost every day, and before they visited once a month! Thanks to you, friend!
I put my phone and looked out the window. On the street fell snow, gloomy New Year's guirls shone on the frame. Miracles happen when you least expect them... The rescued puppy, the laughing Shurik and I, the veterinarian, are the random intermediaries between these two fates. How well it all went! The city phone ringed. The phone was taken by my assistant Mila.
Clinic and hello. Yes we work today. Of course bring it. No, I can’t say anything on the phone, let’s see.
I turned away from watching the falling snowflakes and looked at Mila.
and DTP. The dog. Probably a fracture.
Prepare for the operation. Today is a good day. Let’s try not to ruin it.