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Ėkh… I pochemu u meni͡a net domashnego pitomt͡sa? On spal by v iznozhʹe moeĭ krovati, my by s nim igrali, a vse vokrug umili͡alisʹ by. Mezhdu prochim, u nashego boga Odina dva volka, dva vorona i vosʹminogiĭ konʹ. Mne khvatilo by i odnoĭ-edinstvennoĭ koshki, tolʹko mama ob ėtom i slyshatʹ ne zhelaet: u eë nalimchika-li͡ubimchika, to estʹ u moego brata, na koshek allergii͡a. I͡A vserʹëz dumala o tom, chtoby obzavestisʹ pitomit͡seĭ-ovechkoĭ, no ona naverni͡aka izzhuët v dome vse zanaveski. Pridëtsi͡a iskatʹ drugoĭ variant.

Eh... and why don't I have a pet? He would sleep at the foot of my bed, we would play with him, and everyone around would be touched. By the way, our god Odin has two wolves, two ravens and an eight-legged horse. A single cat would be enough for me, but my mother doesn't want to hear about it: her burbot pet, that is, my brother, is allergic to cats. I was seriously thinking about getting a pet sheep, but she'll probably chew out all the curtains in the house. We'll have to look for another option.