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As a 4-year-old Sasha and his mom have a falling out
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I came recently to visit a friend, and she complained that her son Sasha bad was today. A friend scolded him and the boy threatened to leave home. I was a bit surprised, they say, the boy is small, only four turned, and have such thoughts. We sat down with a friend in the kitchen, poured a Cup of tea, talking about her. And here on a threshold there was Sasha, dragging a huge suitcase.
— Where are you going? — sternly asked his girlfriend.
— And I'm not going anywhere. I'm not one to cross the street, the boy answered. Is, mom, your things.
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I came recently to visit a friend, and she complained that her son Sasha bad was today. A friend scolded him and the boy threatened to leave home. I was a bit surprised, they say, the boy is small, only four turned, and have such thoughts. We sat down with a friend in the kitchen, poured a Cup of tea, talking about her. And here on a threshold there was Sasha, dragging a huge suitcase.
— Where are you going? — sternly asked his girlfriend.
— And I'm not going anywhere. I'm not one to cross the street, the boy answered. Is, mom, your things.
via factroom.ru