Nichego ne ponimayu. Gde bi ya seychas ni bil, no eto ne palma. Kamin, tepliy pled, uyut i pokoy. V kresle na protiv sidit Kat i dovyazivaet po-moyemu moy sviter.
-- How are you?
-- Normal, -- sovral ya pro kopchik.
-- What is your name? -- ona prava, ya tak i ne nazvalsya.
-- What's the matter? -- ne zahotel raspinatsya pro znacheniye zapsibneftegazreklami.
-- What you say?.. -- takuyu miluyu ulibku stoit poiskat.
Ya virajenijem litsa povtoril vopros tak, chto u neye ne doljno bilo ostatsya somneny v neobhodimosti tochnogo i vrazumitelnogo otveta.
-- Dear Mr..., you are at home. We are family now.
Podskochit ot ispitannogo shoka s posteli ne poluchilos. Vernee poluchilos, no ochen smesno. Gips po poyas!
-- Don't worry! Don't worry!!! Be happy!
Vot vibor: ili na palme stat obezyanoy, ili v uyutnoy kvartire kuskom myasa?