Mommy doesn't grieve

There was a wedding. Real people were walking. Purely specifically sang and danced, rested in a human way. And they got into a fight. The sailor took and warmed the chair of the Tourist. Don't bother the bride. And the Tourist was a serious man. And so immediately there was such a showdown that mother does not grieve! The sailor from his own wedding made legs, and in the morning he was already looking for the police, killers, relatives of the bride, friends of the Tourist and various other curious people