Live a cobblesth Cossack, at his bula Zhinka and still bw son Gritsko. Gritsko walking in the steppe for vivtsyami. From Deeds with woman zmymlyvayutsya:

- Old! We need Gritska to come to life.

- Yak marry, so marry! - sent won over Gritskom.

Ward hiring, and kazhe:

- Zdolnaya boo, panoche! Old Man called tobi ity before the Lord.

Priyshov to the house, oysters yogo dad and mate:

- Good luck, son! Yak sob you?

- Thank God, tattoo and mom! Little by little, And why are you calling me home?

And daddy kazhe:

- That same old man and your mother are old, so you need to come to life.

- I do not want! Pid sob u step.

- Chew (wait) for lyshin trochs: we will be glad (glad-advice) with kind people, like wondering.

- Well, good!

From good people, prisovitovaly, schob dates to Yomu boroshnia (grain, bread) Mishkiv shist and deliveries to the bazaar; that and they called youma, schob of wines, without selling to Jews, merchants, or old women, but selling to divchats and young people, and asking for them for a fuck ... lk. Priishov is old to the house, and that is the same:

- Son! Take a couple of vodivs, harness the visas and go to the bazaar, that lucky shisties Mishka boroshni; Do not sell tilko to Jews, merchants and old women, but sell to women who are divchats.

From wines, having caught a couple of volivs, he locked up, naklav bozroshnya visas and visti y misto. Pidihav to the bazaar, ostricha yogo Jew.

- Zdolnaya boo, panoche! Scho take you s ee?

- Nothing dumb, bisiv Jew! Fidget merchant:

- Scho take, panoche sell?

- Nothing is dumb!

Otsa approach to youma young and trying:

- Scho take corrupt?

Win

- Boroshno.

- What about e?

- Shist Mishkov.

- And scho ask for yogo?

- That give eb ... lki!

Vaughn podyvilas on lads and kazhe:

- Chi can not menzi uzhe?

- No, I will not take; yak dasa fuck ... lku, so oddam.

“Well, Veza was behind me.”

Win at once:

- Gay, gay!

And having come to her on dvir and trying:

- Kujy mini znosyt?

Vaughn showed yoma, while she herself wrote, made honey and palyanits, and said:

- Come here, panoche!

Win Priyshov in the hut.

- Zdolnaya boo, panoche! Sit that yizh fucked ... lk.

Vin siv and conceived the op ... yachiv, huddled and kazhe;

- Spasibi for eb ... lku. Won out:

- God, the holy deacuie!

Priyihav wine to the house, dad and mate tortured:

- - But scho, son! Selling boroshn ?.

- Sold.

- And for scho selling?

- For eb ... lku.

- And scho, son, garna fucked ... lka?

- That kind of licorice, scho and can not say.

- Well, son, get married, and your zhintsi bude!

- Coke so, then th marry me!

- Well, it is old, - everybody, - thank God! Our Gritsko zhenoti zahotiv.

Pislaly won a matchmaker to a rich peasant. The matchmaker arrived:

- Help God!

- Healthy bula granny! And you tell us good?

- That you have a product, and at least a merchant.

From and got married for Gritska the wilderness Gapka. Tutches chose a friend and boyars, summoned poizd, poihihaly to the church and pochinchali, that and the beginnings of a walk, fun. From vzhezh demanding young west to sleep to comoros. Friendly:

- Well, looking, well, Gritsko! Che know de eb ... lka?

And wines:

- Yak do not know!

- And de?

- That on the table.

- That, you shukai de hair, there and fucked ... lka.

- Good.

Lay yih spaty and sama drone gulaty. Dovgo was lying in Gritsko and Hapka, and I wanted yoma fucked ... lki. Having started wines, shuffling through purses and shelves - nowhere is mute, but in the same tomb of Komori there was a plow, and at the top of the plow there was a boast of willows. Vin shook his hair, licked onto a plow, thrusting his hand and probing: chee damn there fucked ... lki! That vzhe slizy with plow boitstsya. Priyshov friend boyfriend young, knock:

- Good day, young Gritsko!

And wines to eat on the plow and kazhe:

- Hello, Bouve!

- And scho, Gritsko, nayshov hair?

- Nayshov.

- And do it?

- Vlisa, that assessment is not angry.

- Valys nabik.

Gritsko called Nabik, hit the ground and smashed his head to the blood. Friendly trying:

- And scho, calling?

- Calling.

- What about blood?

- The same well, to the blood.

- Discard the door.

Odkinilila Gritsko jumped out at once and defeated in the steppe, to his vivtsyam. To beat the beehive of the priest's court, to beat a yogi dog; the wines began defensively, back, back and fall near the church itself, and now it was nidil (Sunday). Win wondered that and kazhe:

- Look, you are a bisovi dog, you can get people here!

And it is clear that youma, sho people are lugak, and they force us to whisper, tilko little by little whisper that klanyayutstsya; Mabuchi Won whom they ask for, schobbing yih to the house having finished. And after letting the wines of the priest go to the golden one, they shook the mizh of people and all the klanyaetstsya: from the idea of ​​wines to Gritsk. Gritsko think:

- Sho her take? Nesa wines yakus torbynku and people throw fire (it is a censer).

Peep is better, and Gritsko Yoma is also:

- Little by little, dad, eyes do not bake!

And pip a mustache mahe, that mahe. Yak Gritsko svysne yogo on the head, as many wines fell; here people, Mabuchi cholovikov fifty bude, wilt for a fool; the wines of Usih Yikh drawn from the church and the Pishov himself near the steppe.

- Well, bisovi people, show mini save, and then you would be tutychki and nochochuvaly!

And Gapka misses you without a cholovik and cry.

From the teachings of Yii, she wrote out to Gritska in the steppe; yak bude the wines stand for vatagoi bil water, then scot won tried yogo:

- And scho, cholovich, you can not buy up here?

And the wines say:

- Why can't you? Can.

“Can this be a glibok?” Polizay himself feathers near the water. From so much and zdilaitstsya!

Pishla Gapka at the steppe comes, and the wine is worth the pond.

- Hey, boo, pyanoch!

- Healthy bula!

- And scho, cholovich, can you buy up here?

- Why can't you?

- Ta mobli gliboko, show mini.

Vin at once having thrown off a shirt and trousers, smacked at water and kazhe:

- Bachish on kolini.

Vaughn and put it near the water, shook it at you ... and trying:

- Scho se take?

And the wines are also:

- This is tobacco.

“How about this?” Sho you roby her?

- Stsyu.

- And chim you yii year (feed)?

- That is nothing.

- This is a Won and thin!

And Gritsko ousted Gapka pi ... do, and try?

- Do you have this one?

- Potska.

“How about tobi?”

- Tabaku to suit. Hai your tobacco understand potski.

- Uh, scon won me a bite! Hi yi bis!

- No, do not bite.

Gritsko uzvyvat his hobby (shepherd stick) and conceived to try: chee not to bite? And we agreed to weather our tobacco. I gave you a yuma and sent x ... y to pi ... doo, and she was sticking to it. Lubo became Gritska, throwing the wines of the steppe and running to the house, and shout:

- Tattoo, mom! De my wife?

- Scho von tobi?

- Fuck ... I want to.

- Zaraz come.

And Zhinka is glad to that, and she herself:

- Pidozhdy to insult, mate galushki varyla. And wines:

- I do not want anything, we go to the tobacco.

And having conceived yii fucked ..., and she conceived pirdit; It became difficult, and the hunting began. Won and talk:

- I, choloviche, do not bother me.

- Scho robyty?

- That mini dobli people casalas, the scum of our susida forks polzav mini mini sraku, then maybe I will recover. Pida ask ox!

Piyshov wines to susid:

- Do not bother your willow my zhyntsi sraku polyzhe?

- Don't give a fuck!

Go back to the gum, and the same:

- Ida! Vzhe drove the ox.

From Gapka I lifted up the hunchy, I fixed the wicked bum at Wikno, Gritsko Yii was sticking to: and Susidsky Ivashka (I wondered before him) to talk to Hapka after scratching through the bum, as much as a fever.

- Well, scho? - say Gritsko.

- That is a little lighter!

And then Gritsko himself ill and kazhe:

- Zhinka, pida, asking for a susid ox, shob mini sraku polyazav.

Guilt drunk and begged the ox:

- Well, get tired, ides before Vikna!

From the wines, after lowering his pants and sticking out of the wicked one, and the willow yak at the bottom of his surai, he turned over over his head!