Однажды в ночь с пятницы на субботу

Однажды в ночь с пятницы на субботу умер попугай моей сестры. От вируса в течении двух часов потух. Все рыдали, а я зная что мне утром вставать и весь день быть на ногах. И уж точно не хотелось мешков под глазами. Не плакала. Потому что его уже не вернуть. Меня обозвали бессердечной.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Once in the night from Friday to Saturday died on my sister's parrot. From the virus within two hours, goes out. All wept, and I knowing that I get up in the morning and all day to be on your feet. And certainly not like bags under your eyes. Not crying. Because it is no longer returned. Call me heartless.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Once in the night from Friday to Saturday, my sister is dead parrot. From the virus within two hours extinguished. All were crying, and I know that I get up in the morning and all day to be on their feet. And certainly not like the bags under the eyes. I do not cry. Because it will not return. I called them heartless.

Результаты (английский) 3:

once in the night from friday to saturday died because of my sister. from the virus for two hours, went out. all the tears, i know that i am in the morning to get up and be on your feet all day. and you definitely don"t want bags under the eyes. don"t cry. because he"s not coming back. i called heartless.