Sunday, December 14, 2008

I Was Indignant: - So I Will Go

I was indignant: - So I will go to his mother, I will talk, properly! - that to it to go, it does not dry out. - as you dare so to speak about adults? - I Dare-not I dare, it always the drunk. to it does not listen. And to Egor at once will listen, as silk. - it is fine, call here Olga, the call text we will make. And here what text of the telegramme we "have thought for three": Egor, favourite (it), come, it is necessary to cure mum (she is Olga) and a thick rope to correct (it is Maxim). Yours the wife, children. I have shown the door delighted Olga and Maxim from a room that they did not hear how I will dictate the telegramme by phone on credit: after all the addressee - in we plough a city, instead of far-far as I it have told. With trembling as the hare tail heart was typed by me "066" and have dictated to the telephonist the text a fruit of our collective creativity. There were 17 hours of 15 minutes. Have passed days. Any messages from it. At me the short wind has begun. I slept or not at night? I do not know.

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