- Where? - I asked in surprise. - Today I have 26 years! For Volkov, where is it? - What time? - Come early ... well, as you wish ... at six. - Thanks. - Thank you "yes" or thank you "no"? - Thanks, yes! He flew into the room, slipped off her rant rigor and, as always, sang loudly:- A bird of happiness for tomorrow, flew, wings rings, pick me, choose me, bird of happiness for tomorrow. And ran into the store. He swept all the bakeries in the center of all the pastry, bought thirty small tin candy boxes, before they were called Monpase. I bought a red plastic bucket and poured back lollipops.The postcard with pansies, I wrote: "So many kisses to you, sir, how many of these things bucket - Monpase." He wore a gray dress with small stands, tied behind the blue silk ribbon in the color of the belt, and ran with a bucket of candy birthday. Volkov is already crowded. I gave her a birthday gift. He smiled, and everyone started Captain!Watch Online
and grab handfuls of it "Monpase." It fell on the floor, under the table, under the bed, in all corners. Andrew grabbed the broom began to sweep. I looked around. Table - buffet, all hang around the apartment with glasses on a chair against the wall sitting ballerina Xenia Ryabinkina sister Elena Ryabinkina then known.I looked at her swan neck, beautiful smooth head, parted in the middle with low beam on the neck. She was beautiful, all the while silent and sat like a statue. Doorbell. Everybody stood up: "Hello, hello, Maria Vladimirovna, Alexander S.! Congratulations ... and you ... and congratulations with the Women's day! "They are located in the area covered table.Mom looked all tenacious gaze Auditor, drank a glass of courtesy, bit her, then abruptly stood up and went to the kitchen dissatisfied than made uncomfortable in society already begin to relax. I quietly got up and went after her, perhaps, than a help?In the kitchen, she was a tapir, resting his belly into the sink, and furiously rubbing a washcloth for the small silver salt shaker silver just turned green. - Maria Vladimirovna, let me clean it - I said cheerfully. She shot me a look and boiling continued to rub the salt shaker, telling me all his powerful view: "Valya here with my son!Could a break to wash and Take care of our film
and clean everything, everything! Lick! "I wanted to laugh and cry! Laugh on what salt is about to fall apart from her temperament ... And Take care of our film
... and cry, Lord, why did she hate me so? Captain!
.She pulnul me my hormone conflict as of hose, to cast the salt in the salt shaker, she returned to the room and slammed it on the table. Salt shakers knock signaled son, who since childhood have learned to accept vibration mother: "Red light on this, with a blue bow!"It is the seventh sense to realize that this, with" blue bow ", has power over her own child! Property in the sense of ownership. "Fool, this bastard, fell in love and it can, his own mother, relegated to second place and get out of control! Treason!"- All this replayed in my head my mother turned the charm as include electricity, made it clear that it is - the director of the lives of all those present stood up, lifted Menaker, and ... gone.