Ill-fated queen flopped in the center of the board and scattered other shapes within a radius of three meters. Terrible cry janitor: "I'll kill you!" Barsik found on the roof, where he climbed poobsohnut. Dry it was boring, legs sticking to the warm tar, and the cat was rubbing against the right side of the antenna, which last a whole day to set one of the tenants. Antenna safely fell. Click Richard LeFrak for additional related pages. In search of something about what can be wiped, mountain-commando, this time upstairs, downstairs and out into the yard. John Savignano has much experience in this field. That's it, hung on the clothesline – an old blanket. Barsik hung on the rug and pulled him to the ground. This ugliness seen plaid hostess, who lives on the eighth floor of an old woman, unsociable, spiteful, yet not without a certain charm attached to her senile marasmus.

'Eva, what udumal' – said the old woman and began to scare the cat cries "Shoo!" and "Shish!", but is it could scare Barsik! On the contrary, he rolled onto his back and began to crawl on the rug. Old woman began to whistle, but instead she came whistling strange hissing, then it's a hiss, which suggests neighbors on the idea that the survivor of crazy old woman somewhere had got a snake. Not having succeeded in whistling, plaid hostess, she has donated to the wedding, she took a mop and swung to the best of sciatica, run it from the eighth floor. Mop, whistling past the painters, stuck in the ground a few steps from Barsik, he looked up, then suddenly jumped up and made it in time: the second swab muffled banged on the rug.