The Asthenic Syndrome Page #3

They also proposed to catch her for us.

I think I saw her.

But she wouldn't come close to me.

We should have reached an agreement

with the driver and pay him.

I remember he talked

about that little town...

Yes, it's true!

We should have looked for her!

-But there's the swamp.

We just needed the right shoes.

What did we know?

-All right, I understood.

We have to pay 5 rubles to the driver,

So he waits while we search.

We should beat Ljuska

black and blue.

Once I even said to her:

"I hope you die!"

She shot the cats

along with her friend!

We should beat the hell out of her.

-We should ambush her.

Good morning Irina Pavlovna.

Nikolaj Aleksejevich,

you're late.

I got sick in the subway,

I couldn't breathe,

too many people.

Too many people?

Do we have to deliver the pupils to your house?

You can punish them, if they don't come.

Don't speak to me with that tone,

I'm not a student of yours.

And you shouldn't speak this way

even to your students.

You shouldn't use this tone.

-I shouldn't.

I've been working in

this school for 30 years,

Do you think you can tell me

what I should do?

Forget it!

You think you can do that because

you're a friend of the principal?

Forget it!

I'm the didactic director,

I'll made a report on your doings here!

Don't you dare to rebuke me,

I have the intention to stay

in this school for 30 years too.

Nikolaj Aleksejevich,

come back!

You shouldn't do this Alekseev.

Pick up that piece of paper.

Your underskirt peeps out.

-Where?

Oh, it's nothing!

"I smell the

scream of the hay

Harvested in small yellow hills.

Above the hills

and the windows,

Below a weave of frames

and all kind of laces,

Proud stand the cats

on their throne.

Oh, cats with the mustaches and the sideburns

and the tails winded around their bodies!

The hears, looking like a chimney top,

extend themselves,

competing with the whiskers.

Oh, cats with your wonderful coats,

You are my forewarning vision!

I would have liked

to slide in their souls

While they are purring.

How many vision it waves

The gold of the river

ornated with silver sands!

Nobody likes!"

On the other hand the

father of my grandfather is from Riga,

Like his parents.

He graduated a gardening academy.

There were such academies.

He left his parents

and moved to north Ukraine.

Traveling through the lands

of the land-owners,

he became an important person.

If some land-owner

rebuked him about something,

He went to work

in another place.

They really valued him,

I still have the certificates of his merits.

Love, my dear!

Wonderful dog, my kittie!

What I would do without you?

We really had enough of

that bastard, haven't we?

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