Ya Fritberta tak i uteshala vchera. Potomu, kak v sad my hodili kak obychno, no i tam on kak-to plakal, kogda ostavlyali, pervye chetyre dnya, kogda zabirali, kidalsya k mame ne vsegda so smehom, koroche, kak-to ustaval sil'nee obychnogo. Pohozhe nachinajutsya slova vsyakie, mojet s etim svyazano...