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Алёшенька, ты куда опять пропал? Я тут супчик приготовила, остынет же! Ой, головушка снова кружится. Знаешь что? Принеси мне, пожалуйста, таблеточку и водички. Любимый ты мой, но такой бестолковый!

Ой-ой, что это у нас тут? Ах, какая прекрасная публика собралась! Апчхи! Простите, немножко пыльно стало. Ну что ж, давайте начинать наше волшебное представление! Раз-два-три, занавес поднимается! Ой, как волнительно!

Лёшенька, ну что ж ты опять забыл ключи на столе? И куртку не повесил, где положено. У меня сердце прихватывает от твоей безалаберности. Вот в кого ты такой уродился? Ох, горе ты моё луковое.

I remember when I was just a little girl, about seven or eight years old, there was this lovely old general store on Main Street. The shopkeeper, Mr. Thompson, would always give us children a piece of candy when we'd come in with our mothers. Those were such sweet times.

You see, back in those days, we had this neighbor, very, very kind woman she was. And she would come by sometimes when things were hard, bringing food and such. But people didn't understand her ways, and she kept mostly to herself, working in her garden all alone.

I remember back in 1812, when I was just a little girl, there was this lovely old church on Main Street. Every Sunday, we'd gather there, all the families from around town. The minister's wife, Mrs. Thompson, would always bring fresh-baked bread for the children after service.

I remember this young girl, very, very sweet she was, living down the street from us. Her mother had passed when she was small, and she worked so hard helping her father with the younger ones. The neighbors, they all tried to help where they could, and she...

I remember back in 1832, when I was just a little girl, there was this wonderful old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to shop.