Aunt Zina, picking up her girlfriend in her arms, started screaming, saying everything that was possible about me in a couple of phrases. Then it started to repeat itself. The entrance door opened, Vitya came out - a neighbor from the third floor, a pot-bellied man, about thirty-five, with a huge cardboard box. He's been taking empty boxes out of the house for two weeks now, but I've never seen him bring anything in. Weird hobby www.casinosenligneca.com/revues/lucky-niki/.
Vitya, passing between us, for a moment closed me from Aunt Zina, and I dived into the entrance. Nobody followed me. Golda, probably, did not want to and did not let her mistress. But I heard the loud voice of Aunt Zina, even going up to my apartment. I have always been puzzled by people who talk so loudly to themselves. It would be better if she
I played checkers by myself, it would be more useful. And then she would scold herself for losing.