just

Keeping an important and detached look, these, as it were, grown men
Conspiratorially, publicly discuss, not jokingly, how to drop their bomb on my head,
as a worthy revenge for their enemies.
Without seeing any flaws in the logic of their smart reasoning.
Not seeing a real third force and taking every lamp post they come across for it.

And this war of confessions has not been noticed by them - no one has hinted to them, no one has highlighted it.
This is truly funny.
Can't all these overripe maniacs be sent back to kindergarten?
Grandchildren, reason with your grandfathers.
I am convinced once again that gray hair does not add intelligence, and sometimes vice versa.

And the conclusion is again the same: a person does not change at all over time.
Children in short pants with snotty noses under these wrinkles of important speakers.
I see the huge bow swinging on the head of this old woman, she was always five years old.

These damn children of the corn are capable of bringing the world to coal and even dropping their bomb on my bright head,
Because this is a children's world.

You will all go to the world of the Asuras if you behave badly, Ole Lukkoye said.
And besides, you have eaten too much of someone else's flesh.
For good children, an umbrella with good dreams, for those who behaved badly, the black umbrella of black dreams is open.
You have learned nothing, spoiled aged children.
Thanks Google.