Blagonostsu! The firm makes sugar candies "Mother Medouz", demand for them stunned, Bogdan goes - a paunch forward
and when to it speak: "Well you, the bookkeeper", it important correct: "I to you not the bookkeeper, I the CHIEF
ACCOUNTANT!." When it last time gave notorious "blessing"? To whom? Yes it hates all of them, it is malicious on them, as
the Lord on the Devil...
... And It is brisk-polygraph serves at the private detective, defines iskren - nost-lozhnost indications hnykajushchih
witnesses and almost does not drink, because under baldoj loses ability to distinguish the truth from lies.
... And about Kostju-Velzevula sensej at all has not recollected. Meanwhile, our Master Muh is engaged (for money!)
destruction ("ugovarivaniem") cockroaches, destruction of basement mosquitoes and "vyprovazhivaniem" rats.
Very well, it appears, it is possible to earn also, etching a fruit at house cats - all in two sessions, it is absolutely painless and
absolutely harmless to health. Fifteen dollars, not pito not edeno.
... And all are happy! Anybody from us does not complain. Also do not think even! A damned pig of a life! Phone has again
The daddy, - has squeaked from a tube. - mum wishes to talk to you...
Wait! A mistake!. - I have begun to yell, but in a tube was already my favourite Number Two. She wished to know, where I
have again thrust this damned sberknizhku. "And how you think, gold mine cheshujka where the person can thrust the
sberknizhku? Try to look in a refrigerator". - "You Know that, the joker mine of horse-radishes!." - "my emerald jahontovyj,
devan climbed anfan!." - "the Savings bank will now be closed, and you here me jokes obshuchivaesh..." I have urgently
reported, where this is stored damned sberknizhka, and there and then again there was one.
And remained one, I suddenly (it is perfect inopportunely and even it is unworthy) have thought that if here today, God
forbid, of course, but all the same, my Sashka, nacreous my button, has left from me to this mountain eagle of Volode
Herguani, I, lines me poberi absolutely, would remain, the rascal, both is live, and is whole, as blasphemously it sounds:
would creak teeth, would fly in hard drinking, probably, but eventually quite would escape, the poor fellow. But here if it thus
would take away from me Valjushku!.
... My Kopuhu. Valjahu mine. My Kutju... With grey touching eyes - and this with the fact that at the daddy and at mum of
an eye dark and absolutely not touching... Never cries out, does not shout, it is not curved. And when have offended her is
silently and bitterly cries, and such minutes I am ready to give it everything that at me is, and all not resolved - immediately to
... No what it all the same happiness that it at me the little girl, also that never I should solve this damned dilemma: to
conduct or not to conduct it on reception to senseju! Though sometimes - it is rare, at night when I can not fall asleep and I
lie with open eyes - I understand with cold horror: there will come time and - will move, I will move as pretty, and a pity voice I
will beg senseja that has made an exception, both has accepted, and has talked, and has sentenced... Because I do not
know, what such - to be "worthy respect" (whose there still respect? What for?), also that such "happiness", I too not
absolutely understand, but I precisely know, what is a flour - displeasure from a life, I all time see this sukonno-sad nausea
round myself, and I will not suffer, that washing Boozing, my Valjaha, my Tjapa would plunge into this cloth, sad, nauseous
nausea. Let it will be better is happy, what it meant.