roma kartsev lived, this is a woman two down, when i slammed the door or the wind, i went to him, becausend a thick layer of eggplant caviar from a jar, held a piece parallel to the table, biting it and pushing it deep into myself, i took the sausage from a saucer, washed it down with tea from a huge ceramic cup, there were three spoons of sugar, i rested, then... on the frame beautifully, in the damp kitchen i began to prepare my lunch, i chopped onions, chopped potatoes, beat up the meat, i poured out the pearl barley, thought about soup, and during the cooking process i realized that i was making a stew. hunting with the addition of noodles, stewed meat and canned fish , my mother’s canned food, very tasty, who knows , i stewed it all with onions for a long time, washed the floor with a rag, got tired of it on my knees, with my bare foot wrapped in a wet rag, wipe the dust under the sofa, here that's about it. then he ate deliciously , with pleasure, soaking white bread for his enemy, thoughtfully, took the phone apart, it turned out it didn’t work , fixed it, it immediately rang, imme