Yards has shrugged shoulders.
- Went for a drive on a roundabout, - he answered vaguely.
- And what is his name, you know?
- No concept I have!.
About three years ago, on Sunday when to another there have arrived parents, and Yards,
As always, there was one, it was caused suddenly in an office of the rector, having informed,
That any visitor wishes to have a talk with it. Yards was surprised: such yet
Happened - and has run downwards.
- Is glad to see, the colleague, - has told to it this person in this most
shljapenke which looked unless hardly ponovee. - Read your work, - it
Has pulled out strongly rumpled control on megadronike where Yards has taken in head
To dream up about fruviala nebel-functions. - I thought not so, very much to you
It is obliged, pojdemte to have fun, drink gin?
- No, - has answered Yards in fair bewilderment.
- Strange, - the visitor has told, - I have noticed: everything when have fun, drink gin
And rum, but I too do not drink, very strongly stinks!