He was now looking as though all his dreams had come true at once.
Feel like dancing.
Without nasty dust on his shoulders.
Breaking door by his head.
Furiously.
Was it a reality?
Is it a pain, then?
He did feel like dancing.
Who cares?
Who wouldn't have had.
He's a sober.
Oh, eh, he is.
Who would like to?


And now tell me is it a good mood?