Book: Waffle heart

Sitting on the couch at the woman-aunt, and there are hot waffles with the sound of rain on the street - there is nothing better in the world. I tried to remember something better than this, but not remembered.

- Yeah, - said her mother. - What do you want your gift?
- Pope.
Lenin's mother sighed and asked her to give daddy: new year packing or
in the form of a gift coupon?
Lena, the beauty, and anything else you don't want?
No, there was nothing else she wanted, but when we went out on the porch, Lena stopped
stood, stood, and then opened the door and shouted into the house:
- Bike!

I never thought about it before, why the need for a Pope. In search of some ideas I stood up on tiptoe and peered over the fence. Dad with a very red face, a bonfire in the light of what stupid project. Immediately and not realize what he is to me.
- The Pope - they eat boiled cabbage, - I said finally.

Lena looked at me angrily:
And by the way - what man do dad?
I did not know what to answer. And really, what dad use?

I think you and Lena are both good. Because you're best friends, right? asked Ellisiv. I moved close to her ear.
I know that half of us thinks so, - I whispered.

... FIB is sometimes even useful.

To get old do nasty thing...

And I, and Lenin's mother - both of us are a little fairy.

It's amazing what only adults can if you want!

... afraid not necessarily. It does not help anyone.

... during the war, all the way around. And what prohibit, and that is the most honest and correct.

Lena doesn't know how to be alone, she doesn't have this talent.

Christmas can't be every day, otherwise it will get boring.

To play in the war with the bandits is always great. But the truce is much better.