Character: Daughter

You give told it is silver, that was good are you to him that the daughter he was allowed to see her kept strictly.

I really did not like the look that she was looking at his house. This cold peace is hardly spoken of sanity - mother resembled a hawk, patiently waiting for her prey to the lightning split the tree.

Her passion dictated their own rules.

Luna crow's eyes.
Luna child's face.

- He wants to marry you.
- But I had never seen!
- What's the difference?
- Are you ready to sell me to a stranger?
- "Sell"? Who said "sell"? I'll pay him!

- You, Papa, trying in vain, I married still no go.
- Yes, where "married"?! And anyway... why not go? What, you too lazy to go to that? Moreover, it is close... I mean... You know.

- Look how vyvodit, rogue!
- FIE, Papa! Well, what you have bad SKUs! Well it's Vanya from the liberties, I got a sore throat!
- Oh! Salesale, old man. Napsal smoke, with krovopodteki!

- You want to marry my daughter?
Yes.
- Come here, on the threshold of some crazy.

- Dad, I'm pooped!
- Congratulations!