The bench child cost, a full-throated screaming. "Bodejž're just a little bit, the Gypsies, were silent!
Noon at the same moment, Dad comes from robots: me and fades with cooking for you, you naughty, you!
Shut up! Behold hussar and buggy - Play it! - Here you cock! "- Before the cock, car and Husárek Bouch, boom! flies into a corner
Come for his, the Midday, Come on, take it wicked! "- And behold, there someon in the room unlocked the door gently.
Small, brown, wild face under headcloth person; the berličce, crooked legs, voice - a whirlwind experience!
"" Give me a child! '"-" Good
Lord! forgive the sins of the sinner! " Div that the death of her neovane, lo there shall - Midday!
The table is creeping quietly Midday like a shadow: mother horror barely breathe, chopíc child on your lap.
And, winding them back views - Already ztahuje after hand - mother clutching her shoulders: "For Christ's dear dropping out of his senses.
Then hear: one - the second to third noon bell strikes; handle clicked, the door flies - Dad walks in the door.
In the faint mother lies, the child hold in arms mother wake up more difficult, but the child - be choked.Woe, woe baby! Midday is creeping closer closer - and this is the next
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