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Borchyk iron lantern looks for meaning in our Alenka have toy Boniface - little lion, which we brought from Kiev Dvinka aunt. For two months, they do not leave. Without Boniface Alenka not go out of the house. And when it turns out that spahaplyaetstsa through twenty steps and desperate iron lantern screams "toy! Toy! "- And no other toys, except Boniface, she did not pratrebna. He plays with her at the sites, rides with slides and swings, he drove us to Ventspils and now spends time with us in Pruzhany. Can you imagine what it is sometimes "clean". I had my way, I would have washed him every day. But just to put it in the washing machine is not possible - begin protests and tears. Alunite need a lot of cajoling and explaining iron lantern that Boniface himself unpleasant to walk dirty. The part that I just upgraded from a book about N. Guzeyeva iron lantern Alenka, not included in our list of favorite Alenka, but likely sometime once I read her story. Otherwise I can not explain this stubborn refusal to bathe Boniface in the washing machine iron lantern :) Borchyk looking for meaning - Today, finally, I will bathe you, - said solemnly Alenka Borchyku and left the room. Borchyk wanted to object, but did not. Then he picked up a pencil, tore out the notebook sheet carefully wrote something on it. Written sheet of adhesive tape stuck to his shirt, then climbed on a chair, iron lantern jumped up from his chair to a high floor lamp there, abmatavshysya duct tape around a waist, jumped to the ceiling and glued himself to her free ends of adhesive plaster. Powys abdomen down. Closed his eyes and began to remember ...... Borchyk once already bathed. iron lantern It was the most terrible event in his life. When he mentioned about it, he began to rotate the head. He closed his eyes to stop the rotation. But then things started to spin - brightly colored socks, socks, iron lantern tights, shirts, pants. To get rid karuseli pictures Borchyk opened his eyes, but then again dizzy. Poor Borchyk blink - then opened his eyes, then closed. And so until then, have not yet started flowing tears - then life becomes easier. In short, the mention of swimming was unpleasant. As it happened ... in the washing machine! In the washing machine, which does not pop out, which does not breathe, and not look around! Even the preparations for bathing was humiliating and unjust. After all, my grandmother iron lantern could not identify which pile of dirty laundry iron lantern belongs teddy Borchyk. To the blue jeans or colored Alenchynyh dresses, woolen sweaters to rags or floor. Grandmother long doubted several times perakladyvala Borchyka handful of in a pile. None of them it does not have space. Grandmother to the head could not even come to wash small Brochyka other in a large washing machine. After all, it weighs practically nothing about, iron lantern like a pair of rabbits with a rubber band. And still in the car contains a large pile of clothes iron lantern - two duvet cover, two sheets and two pillowcases together "- reflects savings grandmother. - I'll wash Borchyka together with socks, stockings and tights - decided grandmother. Borchyk moved in suds, obeying prannya regime. Then it slowly iron lantern shake as the waves. Then roll over, shaking and stsiskivala. Overthrows to thick glass in the door of the washing chamber, and rasplyushchyvshysya on the glass, he looked at the room perverted world. Everything seemed curves and big. -No, I'm in this house do not respect - sadly thought Borchyk, zanurayuchysya in soap bubbles. - If respected, would be washed separately from other laundry. And since I'm for them - that cowards that socks. Just multicolored bag stuffed with cotton wool. - Borchyk thoughts about his life. - But something distinguishes me from a simple colored bag stuffed with cotton wool? Only what? There is some sense in me? Some benefit? So, socks also is good - they are warm legs. And what am I doing? What am I doing? - High Borchykavy thoughts swirling in my head with him. But twisting mode lingerie hard to concentrate iron lantern on the search for the meaning of life. From vyarchennya in the car was sick. Socks somehow always iron lantern fell on his nose. And trying to tie stockings around the body node. Transparent doors for washing machine was sometimes grandma face with glasses. - To spy - thought Borchyk - mocks me. No respect, like a rag, which will soon throw. - Borchyk closed eyes and decided about anything not to think. After washing, bathing was not easy - too humiliating, iron lantern disrespectful. Bear cub, hooking grafting, hanged on a rope to dry. And again he hung next to the socks, stockings and tights, with whom "bathed" in the suds. After washing Borchyk somehow lost color, iron lantern Polina. Socks also changed, color steel Borchykavay caps. Grandma grumbled, but then said that these socks still to soon go duster. "And what will happen to me? Me too