Mr. Esteffan has run up, has handed over the demanded... The Visitor has dumped
pidzhachishko, has rolled up to elbows of a sleeve of a shabby checkered shirt, has taken off a hat,
Has drawn on its fields a chain of formulas, has put record I Fly under a nose, has asked:
- Almost, - has answered Yards and has made amendments which have caused in the interlocutor
Displeasure: he has cried a falsetto, zatopal feet, has snatched out at the Yard
Pencil... In anger even ears at it have begun to move, the convex jumped up
Points, the shred of hair over a smooth shining forehead shivered... But Yards, and without having thought
To concede, has taken hold of a pencil in turn. They hardly have not fought, crying out
Against each other and dragging unfortunate shljapenku everyone in the party. Then
The visitor has suddenly calmed down.
- Fie, tired, a dog! Allow to sit down, kick the bucket! - he has told, and
Cursed Mr. Esteffan has jumped up, indifferently, with a stool,
All having surprised preunizhennejshej with respect. - I do not congratulate, the colleague! You
Go, as blind, but from a way, it is very a pity, do not get off... I advise, - it
Has bent one finger, - to break it, - he has specified in the Car, - and, - has bent the second
Finger, - to forget even a principle!