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Awesome remake of the old aneka
Farm in the Poltava region. Steppe. The end of the summer.
Brezzhet dawn chill, dew on the grass.
On the threshold of the hut - dejected type unshaven man with a puny vsklochenymi hair and wash looks family shorts and knee razdolbany galoshes on his bare feet, wincing and seeded looking around, smoking a cigarette, hiding papirosinu fist, small and hastily puffing ...
Behind silently appears hefty babischa in nightshirt, dramatically puts him the heavy, thick hand on his shoulder.
A man (tearfully, in apparent panic, choking smoke and afraid crouching):
"Sho ?! Again e # atsya? »
Baba (with scornful tone, yawning and lazily drawled):
"Ida varenychkiv poyish, ebaka!"
Brezzhet dawn chill, dew on the grass.
On the threshold of the hut - dejected type unshaven man with a puny vsklochenymi hair and wash looks family shorts and knee razdolbany galoshes on his bare feet, wincing and seeded looking around, smoking a cigarette, hiding papirosinu fist, small and hastily puffing ...
Behind silently appears hefty babischa in nightshirt, dramatically puts him the heavy, thick hand on his shoulder.
A man (tearfully, in apparent panic, choking smoke and afraid crouching):
"Sho ?! Again e # atsya? »
Baba (with scornful tone, yawning and lazily drawled):
"Ida varenychkiv poyish, ebaka!"
