i looked at this shell, i still remember a lot, i remember when zura brought it and laid it down. that in these shells live, probably, kratushki and suddenly i hear tyn-tyn-tyn at night. i thought for the gun, all the enemy approached. it turns out she just came out and walked across the floor rattling, and how she was thrown out. yes, it smells and dust smells like dust everywhere. we, too, will die, we will smell, so then what then you need to get rid of starikov is not needed. old animals, why don't we catch them? don't know. on the one hand, you come and think, that's where you have so many beacons or shirts, and you should throw everything away, but don't throw it away. it's not a pity to give, but today to whom to give? i have an elderly patient who says that alexander leonidovich does not consider his sons and grandchildren do not. i still didn’t collect your library, you won’t take it. i take an obstacle from him rare copies of old poetry books, but he is 90.000 years older than me. and i thought, and if i live, to whom i will leave it, will my children be interesting? wil