капли с лапов вытерты, дома то же самое:...

drops from claws wiped out, the same at home: nuts in a yellow jar, the tea is already cold; you sit and think yourself, click on the keys, click the bracelet, get upset; you say: “it’s time already,” you explain: “I’m afraid,” and you write the catalyst by stepping back; but the Dispatcher - he is like this - you can’t sell letters, he doesn’t catch the uncle of the words beautiful lig ...