The terrible word, I'll tell you I just complimented myself for the fact that without nervous tics I carry the unexpectedly fallen "I-I" (myself). Toooooooolko relaxed. And then he appeared, google -Nea, googay! – do not prodramshi green glazonki, not having opened still fluffy eyelashes, babbles in the morning the Younger Happiness. -Mamma, gukay goya work !!! -No, guess !!! – Yelling at the table already. With a Jesuit smile, I show the wrecker a second glass, a copy of the first: "This?" -Aha!