Holiday is color

Ponyukhav crest, it again recalled, as eye it attempted to sovratit' by that its night.
"Vot on this fell Matakhati",it thought. Anger burst open Takedzo.
but Durak! it did shout on. A as To otsu? What you do think to make with it? How often you left it, scoundrel!
Takedzo trampled crest by foot. It it was desirable to cry from the offence not for itself, but for Otsu. it clearly visualized, as it patiently awaits return To matakhati.
Ne knowing that to undertake, it sat down in the kitchen. Here into the aperture of sedzi pushed through the head of vagrant horse. Without having waited for kindness from Takedzo, it slowly passed into the kitchen and it began to leisurely select the remainders of the scattered rice.