Читать книгу Povoroti code. A humorous story - Tatiana Oliva Morales - Страница 4

At that very time, on the balcony of the neighbor’s mansion, there appeared the one for the sake of which every dawn Povoroti undertook a rapid jog across the room of sleeping Ivan. And once again the fiery heart of the enamored Maine Coon could not stand the influx of feelings, and, trying his best, he sang his shrill meow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo for the entire coast.