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"Oh, Claudia M., I'm sorry! I had not even recognized!"
Twenty one million eight hundred twenty thousand sixty seven
A suburban train. Inside is full of people traveling to the country. In the aisle stands a woman, absorbed in reading the books around her on the floor is a few bags. After some time, she breaks away from the reading and draws attention to the standing man.
— Oh, Peter Nikolaevich! she says. — How many years, how many winters. Good morning to you!
And you do not get ill. Only forgive me, but I something will not remember... — sounds a bit confused man.
— Peter Nikolaevich! Well, how is it? What are you, we are neighbors at the cottage! The past ten years.
— Excuse me, Madam, but we are not familiar...
— Well you, Peter Nikolaevich, and ham! Are not you ashamed not to know your neighbor! Ten years, we are side by side, and you behave like this! Bastard you! — blurts out angrily, the woman turns back to the neighbor and bends the bags, intending to leave. Here the voice of men:
— Oh, Claudia M., I'm sorry! I had not even recognized!
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A suburban train. Inside is full of people traveling to the country. In the aisle stands a woman, absorbed in reading the books around her on the floor is a few bags. After some time, she breaks away from the reading and draws attention to the standing man.
— Oh, Peter Nikolaevich! she says. — How many years, how many winters. Good morning to you!
And you do not get ill. Only forgive me, but I something will not remember... — sounds a bit confused man.
— Peter Nikolaevich! Well, how is it? What are you, we are neighbors at the cottage! The past ten years.
— Excuse me, Madam, but we are not familiar...
— Well you, Peter Nikolaevich, and ham! Are not you ashamed not to know your neighbor! Ten years, we are side by side, and you behave like this! Bastard you! — blurts out angrily, the woman turns back to the neighbor and bends the bags, intending to leave. Here the voice of men:
— Oh, Claudia M., I'm sorry! I had not even recognized!
via factroom.ru
