Aunt Martha in a small two-story house on the edge of the ravine stood Varazis: Zinc, peaches, cherries and surrounded hick. In the summer of boys and girls in the neighborhood were afraid of sparrows and his Aunt Martha was in the yard of endless curse the curses, fuss, pleading, pleas and threats: - Come, You do not increase!
- So I can not Drink, a branch that is not broken, you son of cruel ?!
- Blind, Vera are the times rude ?!
- George, it's salty Order with a shotgun!
- Swindlers, pickpockets, robbers, thieves, robbers and miscreants !!! - Come right now than I did not call for Kukaracha! ..
