U Day Materi ask for the axis of the Tzu uravok iz novels-vibuchu "No. 1": Priaskaschuyutsya not stilki mothers, skilki dityam.
Vaughn, she did not rozumyuchi, minu rozumila naveit tom, if I'm not myself rosumiv. Skoda, scho detiam is not given to the very boychit from his own mothers. The governess, yaka prala i prasuvala odayag. The cook, yak gotuvala zapikanki. The nurse, yak, was plastered with plastic. Vchiteleka, yaka pereviryaa schodennik і priymala recitation virshiv. Pribiralnitsa, yaka nybi zroslasya z Vіnikom. I th dosi I carry in my girku provinu for those, scho bagato rockiv sprimav mama sama so. If I bachiv sum chi slyozi in the eyes, then the rebound, but the whole reason - in meni, in the morality of nothingness. Діти - неусвітні еґоїсти, вони вважають imagine the center of the galaxy. I did not even know, but my mother's eyes did not look through me. Shchoh vonah moe its vlastnu історіюю, WITHOUT MENI & BEFORE MEETING.
One day later I accidentally attacked the door, the slaughter wounded the dolly, the blood flowed. Прилітаю до мами, всё свильований.
- Scho? A clue?.
Mom does not say anything more. Долає кімнатну відстань одним рухом. Take my hand in your hands. Carefully, філіґранно. Approximately so bear the spring biscuit cake. Veda to the litter. Include cold water. І змиває кровой. Movchanka. Quietly, I deprive Lisha nervously, Tamujuchi Bil. Before me, it's simple, Budyonne's picture. Vona three of my hand. Moveski. Zosedredo. Vidsutno. Think about schos svoє і glyboque. Water on a dolon. Vona ganchirkoju duzhe povilno, trimayuchi my arm of an owl its krilmi, promivaє misse rani. Oberezhno. Lovingly. Nisno. Mabut, the axis so the Mishvah feet to his apostles.
Todi I buv її a bureaucrat, lord, pan, captain, leader. I'm just assigning a її, pokriv tіnnyu svogo іsnuvannya, oblіpyv іz golovi up to nіg its copy and patent marks. I took all the rest. I'm vipiv її to the remainder of the kraplini - і пішов жити в дорослість. And її depriving afterward. Visuenchen, vikruchenyu, vikoristano, vistlyuletenuyu.
I will die with my wine. Boach poyav buduvaty all on svyy rozsud - and vona so і zostalasya in tsistvі svoї banyachchіv, tarіlochok, thermosіv, wrapped in tepliy svetr nаvіt тоді, if nadvorі lypen. It is put in synthetic slippers, it is padded with a neoprenic belt in the form of osteoporosis, you can pass over with a boudink of abandoned speeches, shift the subject in my whistles, listen to me with a stink - wona - with an old lipology seal, until I am constantly spinning,. Vona vinuvato to spin, tuptsyuyutsya, pereminayatsya dovkola my current life - and fight to uvity, soromitsya svoych soby, vidchuvae its zayvist, bhato chogo vzagali not rozumiє, ale dovіrya so itself, yak i kolis doviriv їй promyvannya rani.
Our materi, visucheni, vipiti to the bottom and in love, so i zalshayutsya on its summits of the experience, and in the hour of the peak malyut and dribniyut, peretvoyuyuchis on unaccountable paharbi, the same hour ottinaє gostritsi kінці. Mi, ideologists schodennyh shocks, aris svidko pererostaemo svoїh mamіv, proudly crookedly nazuzhnіch new to the stresses і not rozumіmo rozmіrenostі їххоого життя.
We are tediously bored with a different day, on the other day, in the shkvarku, і zazhdy dyhodimo, і diviєmosya, chomu zhittya materіv є so bezvidhodnim, chomu odyshivayut one the very same rіch chi іmotііy vprodovzh osoogo zhittya i mozhut її Vikinuti to smitnik. Mi accurately rehearsed, we chekove zovsim insha share, scho compass hour can not fill us with sore podryapin і mi not budemo walking museums dіognoziv.
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