What I love and what I don’t love! *

I love

I still like to lie with my stomach on the tat's knee, lower my arms and legs and the axis so hang on the knee, like a bizna on the park. Also, I still love grati in checkers, checkers and domino, only schob obov'yazkovo vigravati. I am not vigravati, that is not required.
I love rumors, like a beetle digging into boxes. I love on a weekends a day vrantzi climb up to tata in lizhko, why talk to him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously, i buy a dog, i will take care of it, i will be happy, i will be quiet, i am smart, there will be a tsukor, and I will be after her myself vitirati kalyuzhi, and there will be a follower of me, like a virgin dog.
I also love the TV viewer: all the same, show it, do not navigate only one table.
I love dikhati with my mother's nose in vushko. I especially love sleeping and singing even more vocal.
I terribly love the conversation about the red cavalrymen, and the stench was overwhelming.
I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimasuvati, like I’m Petrushka in the theater. I also love sprati.
I love to read about kanchіl. Tse taka is small, intelligent and cheerful doe. She has a lot of fun, very little children, and funny people. If we will live more spaciously, we will buy our own ends, if we will live at the baths. Still I love to swim there, de little, but you can be trimming with your hands to the bottom of the food.
I love at demonstrations of mahati the worm-name is the warrantor and the musician in "go-go!".
I still like to make phone calls.
I love plowing, sawing, I am in the head of the old warriors and bizons, and I am malignant for wood grouse and tsar-garmat. All the same, I love Daruvati.
If I read, I love gristi rusks, or shit, nebud.
I love guests.
I still love vuzh, lizard and toads. The stench is spritiny. I wear it around the chickens. I love a snake lying on the table, if I offend. I love it if my granny shouts about the toad: "Take the qiu gidota!" - і tіkaє from the room.
I love to laugh ... But sometimes I do not want to laugh, but I am mad at myself, I am amazed at myself, amazed, through five misfortunes and just a lot of things.
If I have less garnishing moods, I love skakati. Once we went to the zoo, and I galloped around on the street, and supplied:
- Do you skachesh?
And I said:
- I'm jumping, my tato!
Win zrozumiv!
I love going to the zoo! There are miraculous elephants. I є alone the elephant. If we will live more spaciously, we will buy elephant. I wake up youmu garage.
I still like to stand behind the car, if it is strong, and smell gasoline.
I love going to a cafe - it’s cold and washed down with sparkling water. See her in the nose and look on the eyes.
If I run along the corridor, I love to have dull feet.
I love horses even more, they have such beautiful and kind faces.
I love a lot!

... and what I don’t like!

What I do not like, so lіkuvati teeth. I will hit the teeth of the crystal, I immediately want to go to the edge of the world. I still don’t like to come to guests, get up for the week and read the verses.
I don’t like to go to the theater with my mother.

I can’t tolerate a soft-boiled egg, if I’m in a glass, crumble that bread and crackle it.
I still don’t like it if my mother was going to take a walk with me, and with a rapt, she had a trick to Rose!
Smells todi grow only one by one, but I just don't know what to do.
I don’t like to go in a new suit - I’m in a new yak of wood.
If there are gramo in hearts and bіlich, I do not like booty bіlim. Todi I go to the gri, that's all! And if I play a worm, I do not like to eat in full. I am all the same.
I don’t like to play with me.
I don’t like it, if it’s a folk day, grab it in “korovai”: I’m not small.
I don’t like it, if the lads are wondering.
I don’t like it anymore, if there’s a lot of it, before that - smear your finger with iodine.
I don’t like how we have it in the corridor, it’s hard, and when we have grown up, we’re scurrying around here and there, with a frying pan, with a teapot, and shouting:
- Children, don't turn around with your feet! Carefully, I have a hot pot!
And if I kick a spati, I don't like it, they used to sing in chorus in the middle of the room:
Convale, conval ...
I don’t like it anymore, on the radio the boys and girls seem to be old voices! ..