In short, the mother sends a normal pasan to the kitsch malyava, like, son, you went to the house like a covered ass full, spring has already come, you need to dig up a garden there to dig up potatoes and plant another muiña, I can't cope with it myself, and not one bitch will help. Well, the pasan writes to her like that, like mother it is cool, you better not touch the garden, you’ll be so interrupted, otherwise you’ll dig something like that, but they’ll give me a deadline, but they will send you covered. Such a mother writes in a week, dear figase, after your letter, the cops ran over the whole vegetable garden, they didn’t find any current, they were angry, the mats were bent to the sky, and the boy answers her like that, well, like mother, how could he help, and potatoes you will already plant a thread yourself
