I have never looked at a piece of fish for so long. And laughter, and sin. Do such people really exist? And actually, what? What is the definition of Zhenya? In fact, this is honesty and simplicity, bordering on idiocy. But what a sin to hide, this idiocy is to my taste. But, on the other hand, to expose yourself like that ...

As soon as I imagine that I am voluntarily returning to my neighbor apples or cherry plums stolen from his own garden, laughter rises up again. It must be something to sniff. And obviously not plantain.

They grew in one place, didn’t Zhenya steal anything from the...