Vovochka stands at the open window.
– Why are you crying, Vovochka?
– The ball flew away!
– I’ll buy you ten new balls!
– No, I will never have a dog like Sharik again!
Vovochka stands at the open window.
– Why are you crying, Vovochka?
– The ball flew away!
– I’ll buy you ten new balls!
– No, I will never have a dog like Sharik again!