:: onkel vanya
Yesterday evening I went to see my father play Vanya, in a play by Chechov. Unfortunately, a player/musician did not get there. So, I went back home.
After drinking a whole lot of vodka and red wine, talking with the disappointed crew, telling my father I'll visit the play again next time and throwing my bicycle in the back of his car, that is.
After drinking a whole lot of vodka and red wine, talking with the disappointed crew, telling my father I'll visit the play again next time and throwing my bicycle in the back of his car, that is.