I was walking along the bank one day, and in the river a man who had run out of arguments in an argument was drowning. "stick to the spelling!" - I shout to him. barely saved...
in a parallel universe: - I’m fighting for Valera too much! - no sabz, let’s go without the milling machine Valery, he’s wild. -Okay, I’ll take the schoolboy Mitya. -ok, I'll take the truck driver Nikolai. Damn, I wish I could swing like them.