Vovan, panties and bubbles
Why is everything that are all odd, who to call a colander, why is Nadezhda Pavlovna your SNILS and how many times checkered slippers should fly on vacation So I stand in the kitchen with an egg in my hand, September, 6.20 in the morning, everything is hopeless. Nearby stands a teenager Danechka, peppy and washed in front of the school. - Can I have an omelet of two eggs? - asks Danechka. - It is forbidden. - Why? - asks Danechka. “Counting food should be odd,” I say, swaying. - What?