Life is not a promenade, it can be hard, it can be bad, life is not a promenade, I don't think so. I fell into the milk, into the beautiful warmth, a high-quality product, made of skillful material. I didn't like them very much, they hurt me just right. Even the company, even the troubles, fell into my milk, my warmth, by an unfortunate accident, and that makes me angry. I'm thinking about what I'm going to drink, what I'm going to eat, what I'm going to drink, I have fond memories of this non-traditional drink, I drank it a year ago, I met my wife in the gym, and now into the milk, my warmth has fallen, and right on Sunday, I'm expecting guests, they're coming from the village, three late women, I have to welcome them, oh, in the gym.