Legend of till (№ 333606)

- Where are you going?
- Home!
- Lamme! What!?
- I can't stand it! I can't stand it anymore! Not a minute!
- Lamme, my faithful friend! It is not necessary to complain about destiny, for there is nothing more beautiful than to wander and to endure hardship in the name of freedom!
- Enough! Pretty! To hell with her, the damn freedom! What good is it? What to do with it? I'm cold, til! Cold! It is not screwed, as in sheep's coat, in your goddamn freedom. I want to eat, and it will not fry on a spit. It will not go to bed as a wife. It's all empty words! It's nothing, til!