the guys who drove the dredger to the girls, and then the motorboat started them. home, home, to kutuzovskyrom the very morning, traffic flows, life begins early, everything is on wheels, i’ve been there, i know, i know for sure. please, it’s okay, you’ll be in time for your morning exercises, oh my god. guys! i could have knocked, my hand wouldn’t have withered, you’re not going into a kennel, it’s a living house, but i thought you were in the upper room, fetosya ivanovna, you waited for your husband all night, but he still didn’t show up at his sides, he still didn’t come, your wife seems to live at times when you haven’t bothered to make your son... i’ll add, but in winter, in winter it’s a tricky thing, you sit down, eat with us, anna grigor, when she gets up, she’ll tear her mouth off with your grub, how can i? eat always leaving, she will be ashamed, even if she talks to you about her business face to face, she won’t poke around at us without business, from the porch, she doesn’t love us, she doesn’t love me every day, she doesn’t sweeten it. "i told her she would stand her ground, sh