, there were already buses running from churtan, that is , asphalt, everything was already fine, everything well, they raised their hands, someone was passing, because there was already a cleaning service, there was... a driver who was straight, i don’t know , who was sitting here in the right seat, he turned straight to us, and the driver almost turned his head too, but he’s looking in the mirror, girls, what’s your name? well, of course, who would say your name, my mother’s name was maria, my daughter’s name is now maria, i really loved this name, maria, and of course, my friend, says thekla, i say maria, they say they collected it, oh girls, so what? lives and works, and her guys say, what’s her last name? i say, morozov’s mikhail potapych, this young man who is with us in general, he did not play any role in our dialogue, because these two were ha-ha, and he was silent all the time, he was sitting for something, so quietly silently by himself, and he turns to me and says: this is my father, and i look at him like that, he says, i look, this is my father, he says: this is my father! i sa

, there were already buses running from the churtan, that is , asphalt, everything was already fine, their hands, someone was passing, because there was already a cleaning service, then a yellow car drove up to us, the police was written on it, the door opened, it means that there were two young men sitting in front on the left side, there were also sitting on the left side, in total there were only three of them, the door opens and says: girls, sit down, we mean... where are you going, we need to go to vikulov, we need to take a bus to tyumen, well, sit down , let's go, that's it, we're going, we met, we're talking, hee-hee-ha-ha, it's clear, the girls are young, the guys there already seem to be some kind of adults, well, 25-23, somewhere like that, probably anyway young, well, i remember there was a very cheerful driver, who was straight, i don’t know, who was sitting here on the right seat, he turned straight to us, and the driver almost did the same... he didn’t turn his head, but he’s looking in the mirror, girls, what ’s your name? well, of course, who would say my name, my mo