He will not become a shepherd or a blacksmith! Such an easy fate awaits him! A wretched snotty creature... Will he take care of me in old age”?
Grandfather knocked thoughtfully on his false teeth with his nails and, not having heard the answer, fell into a deep, short sleep.
The sixth turned on a strong guy. He threw his shoulders and head forward and seemed to be about to spit at the woman opposite. His balding head was shining in the bright light and with it sunken cheeks, yellow teeth, and wirey hands, with which he dispersed the air around him. He was trembling with the dumb rumbling of unspoken words – his tongue was stiff, the sounds were lost, like the meaning. The victim was already slain, the assault rifle was empty, but the drunken rifleman continued to squeeze the trigger.
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