This is not a house, this is a hippodrome, ”says our dad. And he is right, a thousand times right. What else to name the apartment, at which someone constantly rushes and jumps, not forgetting to sniffly scream or, in the moment of relative lull, to sing songs? These someone are our wonderful children. Recently, both Sasha and the lion are really wonderful. Behind them is not listed either large curtains or small ones. They are obedient, helpful in everyday life, have forgotten recent quarrels.
