Have you ever seen how pillows are being cleaned? The pillow-case is torn and the feathers are put out and into a big machine, which lookes like a washing one. But instead of water there's air. And the feathers are tossed and turned and dryed; and it's drawn into a new pillow-case through some hose. But it is real magic while tossing: it seems like actual snowstorm with strong wind and spinning and swirling. It's just wonderful.
In the summer buses are real evil. My favourite sotkas turn into suffocating and fire-spouting monsters. Hate them.
It seems like you don't answer me if I write in english. But no way! I decided to avoid those colloquial classes as they are held by some strange baptists, so I have no choice but at least read and write in english.
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upd: I've made my Mum drunk on beer today. In fact I wanted to make beer buiscuits but was too lazy for it.