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And in the next room the daddy sat Mumi and scribbled memoirs. Since then as it has constructed a mooring for "Adventure", there was nothing interesting, that it would be necessary to tell to posterity, and it began to describe the childhood. Thus it was deeply moved before, that nearly has not started up tear. It since a birth was the unusual, presented child whom nobody understood. But also having grown up, it remained not understood, and to it in every respect was so hard, so hard. Mumi the daddy scribbled and scribbled, imagining thus as all will repent when he will read memoirs aloud. It has resulted it again in cheerful mood so he even has exclaimed: — So also it is necessary to them! (Tuva JAnsson)

Very long time ago, in Hudozhke ….

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

On September, 1st, 1987. The crowd of uneasy pupils and their parents has crowded in a showroom, noise of voices, solemnity of the moment, unfamiliar while persons of teachers and odnogruppnikov … Name the next surname, from crowd the scared girl-teenager separates, in vraskorjachku climbs through under an easel and approaches to the Selection committee.

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33 sausages

Monday, March 12th, 2007

Osminozhki

Ours the neighbour in a summer residence in Kratovo, in settlement «Old Bolshevik», Abram Lvovich, liked to roast in a worldly-wise small pig-iron frying pan shkvarki. If I ran by, me invariably treated - hissing, skvorchashchimi, is direct from a frying pan. And then mum ran for me with a top crust of black bread, sentencing: «Zaesh, zaesh! They very fat and fried!»

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