There was a man, he had a wife, a daughter and two sons – still small guys. Once my mother and children went to the bathhouse, made black linen and began to wash it, standing above the trough, and turned to the boys with assholes. Here they look and laugh:
– Eh, Andryushka! Look, because my mother has two pi…so.
– What are you lying? This is one, but only bifurcated.
– Oh you are snotty devils! – Mother screamed at them. – You see what they made up!
A woman came to the hut, lay down with her daughter on the stove and began to talk among themselves.
– Well, daughter! – Mother tells, – soon the time to marry you, then you will live with your husband, and not with us…
– If so, I don’t want to marry!
– What are you, what are you, stupid! Why are you afraid? Good girls are still happy about it.
– Why rejoice at?
– What what? You sleep with your husband for the first night, exchange Tada and Father with your mother for him, you will like it sweeter than honey and sugar.
– Why, mother, is so sweet, and where they have this sweetness?
– Oh, how stupid are you! You went a little with your father in the bathhouse?
– I went, – says the daughter.
– Well, you saw your father at the end of the hook?
– I saw Mother!
– This is the most sweet.
And the daughter says:
– If it would be like a hacking five, Tada B was even sweeter!
Father was lying, lay on the floors, listened, listened, did not endure and shouted:
– Oh, you are a robber! X…th your throat! What they are talking about! I can’t cut my x for your sweet…I’m on small parts.
Here the girl wondered and wondered. one x…I am not enough, but two will not fit;it is better to chase them together and both drive them.
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