Title: Необов'язково

Text: I gazed up at my grandmother, who sat there like some ancient queen on her throne. Her eyes were misty-grey and they seemed to be looking at something many miles away. The cigar was the only real thing about her at that moment, and the smoke it made billowed round her head in blue clouds. Кожен абзац буде тестом.

Save test: Використовуйте це, якщо ви хочете поділитися цим тестом на друкування (тільки для автентифікованих користувачів).