– Oh, it was the first severe frost. The next morning they took him away...

“I tried to warm him up, but I couldn’t.” It's a pity that we don't have our own will.

– We still don’t have much and we can’t.

– It’s so good that there are two of us, and we always shared grief and joy together.

- Not surprising, we are two halves.

“But they call us one word.” Do you remember how we were one small object under a funny, rough hat, a long time ago.