you jokes about vovochka firstly, decently. can’t tell, uh. no, i remember from childhood there was such an anecdote, and we told it to each other like this. well, we raced. uh, it was like a saying already. you know how jokes often become sayings. yes, the shmover died there. the main thing is to be healthy understand? somehow you can’t give it when dad comes home like this with a kilogram of sweets and says, kids. i got these sweets to someone who always obeys my mother, i never contradict, my voice never rises to her. for whom it is always the law again , we will give them to whom go cheer to you, dad, it has become here with us, between us it’s just some kind of such. here, shoulder. well, a saying is like a part of life, but really, it is. what dad of a sensible moment of solid memory will raise his voice agree, uh, but still us. uh, flashback is the coolest. yes, that is, we were entertained by jokes. but now, well, we were just sterlet outside the window, it was raining and companies of the red guards, as i remember now.