Wrinkled, tired of life face, goatee and one eye covered endosperm. When he spoke I could only see two lonely, shimmering with gold teeth. He could have seventy-five summers, but knowing the reality of the Siberian, I suspected that he does not exceed sixty. Definitely interesting face.
I felt a certain shyness, which is generally very rarely to me. Silent grandfather, staring at me carefully is able to destroy my peace. For me it was a kind of surprise. I had the impression that he pierced me with his one eye while “he analyzed my soul.”
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