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2 The darker it got the more frightened I became
3 The harder we worked the more successful we became
4 The noisier the boys got the angrier their father became
I would like to erect a monument to his grandfather from a fairy tale about gold rybke.Potomu-chPotomu-he was dobryy.A as he loved his wife and performed all her zhelaniya.No while he did not ask anything in zamen.I I hope that someday it all still a monument.