That you are silent, as a horned
Note Ask parents to describe a portrait of the child and srav its thread with the description made by the child.
What son is better My God, for what to me such torture!
mother began to cry, having powerlessly lowered hands.
Borka, having frowned, looked in a floor.
That you are silent, as a horned owl.
You are rude to mother, from school you bring the two, in the yard connected with some hooligans sya!
the father cried.
They are normal children, motorcycles collected.
I I do not call your friends the son muttered.
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