Book: Memories of yellow dog



- Oh, you old flea-bitten hunter sparrows, ' I said to him, - only you know how to howl at the moon, chasing rabbits and eggs to steal, - don't you see that I don't want to leave you. Don't you see that you and I both - lost in the woods puppies, and the woman is a cruel stepmother who wants us lime: you - drying dishes, and I was - ointment from fleas and pink bow on the tail. Why don't we drop everything and become forever friends?
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If men knew how to spend time with women when they are alone, they would never get married. Novels of Laura Ling Gibby, crack nuts, the rubbing of the neck muscles almond cream, - and the dishes remained unwashed, - a half-hour conversation with a supplier of ice reread bundles of old letters, a snack of a couple of pickles and two bottles Maltz-extract, sitting for hours at the hole, scratched in the frosted glass of the window to see what was happening in the apartment opposite, perhaps that's all their classes. Twenty minutes before his arrival from service, they begin to clean up, fix the hair that is not sticking fake lining, and pull out a pile of sewing to cast a ten-minute Comedy.
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