Recently we were walking in the yard: Alenka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And there is a tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the house management, stopped, and the driver with our janitor began to unload the Christmas tree. They shouted at each other:
- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Levey! Get her on the ass! It's easier, otherwise you'll break off the entire spitz.
And when they unloaded, the driver said:
- Now we need to activate this Christmas tree, - and left.
And we stayed near the tree.
She lay large, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood like fools and smiled. Then Alenka took up one branch and said:
- Look, there are detectives hanging on the Christmas tree.
"Secrets"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I rolled like that. We both laughed the same way, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.
Well, I pushed a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. The bear held his hands to his stomach, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:

Oh, I'm dying of laughter! Investigations!
And, of course, I turned on the heat:
- The girl is five years old, but she says "detectives" ... Haha-ha!
Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

Ah, I feel bad! Investigations…
And began to hiccup:
- Hic! .. Investigations. Hic! Hic! I'll die of laughter! Hic!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if my brain had already become inflamed and I had gone crazy. I yelled:
- The girl is five years old, to marry soon! And she is a detective. Alenka's lower lip twisted so that it climbed behind her ear.
- Did I say correctly! This is my tooth falling out and whistling. I want to say "detectives", but I whistle "detectives" ...

Mishka said:
- Eka is unseen! She lost her tooth! I’ve had three of them fall out and two are staggering, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: chuckles! What? True, great - hihh-cue! Here's how easy it comes out for me: chuckles! I can even sing
Oh, green hykhechka,
I'm afraid I'll prick.
But Alyonka screams. One is louder than the two of us:
- Wrong! Hooray! You say snickers, but you need detectives!
And Mishka:
- Precisely, that there is no need for detectives, but for snickers.
And both let's roar. All you hear is: "Detectives!" - "Sighs!" - "Detectives!".
Looking at them, I laughed so hard that I even got hungry. I was walking home and all the time I thought: why did they argue so much, since both are wrong? After all, it is a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:
- No detectives. No giggles, but short and clear: fifks!
That's all!

Irina, Nikita, Eugene, Marina, Anastasia, Valeria, Elvira, Alexander, Victoria, Alina.

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VORONEZH

MOU secondary school №92

4 "A" class

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students of 4 "A" class

MOU secondary school №92

Voronezh

Bolotova, Irina

Vakhnin Nikita,

Ivannikov Evgeny,

Ivanova Marina,

Kostyleva Anastasia,

Litvinova Valeria,

Mammadova Elvira,

Poluektov Alexander,

Prokofieva Victoria,

Serdyukova Alina.

teacher

Repina Elena Ilyinichna

Recently we were walking in the yard: Alyonka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard.

And there is a tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the house management, stopped, and the driver with our janitor began to unload the Christmas tree.

They shouted at each other:

Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Levey! Get her on the ass! It's easier, otherwise you'll break off the entire spitz.

And when they unloaded, the driver said:

Now we need to activate this Christmas tree, - and left.

And we stayed near the tree.

She lay large, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood like fools and smiled. Then Alyonka took up one branch:

Look, detectives are hanging on the Christmas tree. "Detectives"! She said it wrong!

Mishka and I rolled like that. We both laughed the same way, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.

Well, I pushed a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. The bear held his hands to his stomach, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:

Oh, I'm dying of laughter! Investigations!

And, of course, I turned on the heat.

The girl is five years old, but she says “detectives” ... Ha-ha-ha! Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

Ah, I feel bad! Investigations...

And began to hiccup:

Hic! .. Investigations. Hic! Hic! I'll die of laughter! Hic!

Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if my brain had already started to become inflamed and I had gone crazy. I yelled:

The girl is five years old, to marry soon! And she is a detective.

Alyonka's lower lip twisted so that it crawled behind her ear.

Did I say correctly! This is my tooth falling out and whistling. I want to say "detectives", but I whistle "detectives" ...

Mishka said:

Eka is unseen! She lost her tooth! I’ve had three of them fall out and two are staggering, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: chuckles! What? True, great - hihh-ki! This is how it comes out easily for me: chuckles! I can even sing

Oh, green hykhechka,

I'm afraid I'll prick.

But Alyonka screams. One is louder than the two of us:

Wrong! Hooray! You say snickers, but you need detectives!

And Mishka:

Namely, that there is no need for detectives, but for snickers.

And both let's roar. All you hear is: "Detectives!" - "Sighs!" - "Detectives!"

Looking at them, I laughed so hard that I even got hungry.

I was walking home and all the time I thought: why did they argue so much, since both are wrong? After all, it is a very simple word. I stopped on the stairs and said distinctly:

No detectives. No giggles, but short and clear: fifks!

That's all!

Recently we were walking in the yard: Alenka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And there is a tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the house management, stopped, and the driver with our janitor began to unload the Christmas tree. They shouted at each other:
- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Levey! Get her on the ass! It's easier, otherwise you'll break off the entire spitz.
And when they unloaded, the driver said:
“Now we need to activate this Christmas tree,” and he left.
And we stayed near the tree.
She lay large, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood like fools and smiled. Then Alenka took up one branch and said:
- Look, there are detectives hanging on the Christmas tree.
"Secrets"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I rolled like that. We both laughed the same way, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.
Well, I pushed a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. The bear held his hands to his stomach, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:

Oh, I'm dying of laughter! Investigations!
And, of course, I turned on the heat:
- The girl is five years old, but she says “detectives” ... Haha-ha!
Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

- Oh, I feel bad! Investigations…
And began to hiccup:
- Hic! .. Investigations. Hic! Hic! I'll die of laughter! Hic!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if my brain had already become inflamed and I had gone crazy. I yelled:
- The girl is five years old, to marry soon! And she is a detective. Alenka's lower lip twisted so that it climbed behind her ear.
- Did I say correctly! This is my tooth falling out and whistling. I want to say "detectives", but I whistle "detectives" ...

Mishka said:
- Eka is unseen! She lost her tooth! I’ve had three of them fall out and two are staggering, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: chuckles! What? True, great - hihh-cue! Here's how easy it comes out for me: chuckles! I can even sing
Oh, green hykhechka,
I'm afraid I'll prick.
But Alyonka screams. One is louder than the two of us:
- Wrong! Hooray! You say snickers, but you need detectives!
And Mishka:
- Precisely, that there is no need for detectives, but for snickering.
And both let's roar. All you hear is: "Detectives!" - "Hihki!" - "Detectives!".
Looking at them, I laughed so hard that I even got hungry. I was walking home and all the time I thought: why did they argue so much, since both are wrong? After all, it is a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:
- No detectives. No giggles, but short and clear: fifks!
That's all!

Recently we were walking in the yard: Alenka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And there is a tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the house management, stopped, and the driver with our janitor began to unload the Christmas tree. They shouted at each other:
- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Levey! Get her on the ass! It's easier, otherwise you'll break off the entire spitz.
And when they unloaded, the driver said:
“Now we need to activate this Christmas tree,” and he left.
And we stayed near the tree.
She lay large, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood like fools and smiled. Then Alenka took up one branch and said:
- Look, there are detectives hanging on the Christmas tree.
"Secrets"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I rolled like that. We both laughed the same way, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.
Well, I pushed a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. The bear held his hands to his stomach, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:

Oh, I'm dying of laughter! Investigations!
And, of course, I turned on the heat:
- The girl is five years old, but she says “detectives” ... Haha-ha!
Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

- Oh, I feel bad! Investigations…
And began to hiccup:
- Hic! .. Investigations. Hic! Hic! I'll die of laughter! Hic!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if my brain had already become inflamed and I had gone crazy. I yelled:
- The girl is five years old, to marry soon! And she is a detective. Alenka's lower lip twisted so that it climbed behind her ear.
- Did I say correctly! This is my tooth falling out and whistling. I want to say "detectives", but I whistle "detectives" ...

Mishka said:
- Eka is unseen! She lost her tooth! I’ve had three of them fall out and two are staggering, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: chuckles! What? True, great - hihh-cue! Here's how easy it comes out for me: chuckles! I can even sing
Oh, green hykhechka,
I'm afraid I'll prick.
But Alyonka screams. One is louder than the two of us:
- Wrong! Hooray! You say snickers, but you need detectives!
And Mishka:
- Precisely, that there is no need for detectives, but for snickering.
And both let's roar. All you hear is: "Detectives!" - "Hihki!" - "Detectives!".
Looking at them, I laughed so hard that I even got hungry. I was walking home and all the time I thought: why did they argue so much, since both are wrong? After all, it is a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:
- No detectives. No giggles, but short and clear: fifks!
That's all!

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