but as if with a snap of her fingers, in a second in a conversation she can pass a tasty belarusian trojanka often visit my friend in a coffee shop, when people come to the office to work, everyone is so gloomy, sad, and i always like this, and why, and why is this so, well, my dear, well... don’t smile, and these smiles are some kind of warmth in the soul, in the eyes, i get high, she comes from the village, and for a long time, how most were embarrassed by this, but at some point i realized why adapt to someone else’s opinion, i need to stay with myself, this is my life, this is who i am, and i don’t want to be shy and i don’t want to be afraid of other people’s opinions, judgments and so on, when they later started asking me where you are from, say, i ’m from the village, i gave... a blogger, i eat an apple, you read me some news, yes, what’s on the news, i need something from... people, why are there ablation apples, if they weren’t rotting in the crypt, and so on, no, i won’t tell you about this, i’ll tell you on the topic of the day, this is it, come on, come on, anya and andrei enter