father my son viktor petrovich kudryashov only he abandoned them saint vanya was escaped by some slut scoundrel. with a very rich slut truth could shoot. i don’t know, at night ivanthen a chain of accidents neither he nor i could have imagined that some thugs would decide on that very day the cashiers mixed up in a bunch of horses and people. and the apartment is no. in addition to me, my son is also registered. and from him for four years, no hearing, no spirit, and write him out and warm himself to the devil's grandmother. the law does not allow. it is necessary through the court, and this year can drag on. well, yes. well, yes. law to the captain from the commander of afghanistan anyway. fire well done gunpowder, you can do it whenever you want? ride cool, there are no cigarettes, i don’t smoke. maybe i don’t want to run out of these. i really want to. i'm just dying of thirst, having the right after a hard day's work. please, but if so then give me, as it were, it would seem, like a light, please, parasitic words, terrible, like their carriers. don't turn around. why is it necessary? well, if you say so, it must be so, so it must be so. you game well no, well