





You who?
Vasya wanted to ask, and could not say words.
But the old man as if heard him and said I, Vasya, the master of the broken things.
Usually I come only to old things which have no owner, and I help them to find new life.
I got to you, because your things not vyder reaped and called me in spite of the fact that they have an owner.
And it happened for the first time in my life.
It to us not the owner!
He tears us, throws and soils, abuses and offends!
shouts were distributed from all directions, and rose nevoob razimy noise.
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