Alkas comes to the village village and says to the seller, typically stretching the words:
- Dushia, look, I have been taking water from you here for a few months, I don't have money, so you write in the notebook.
Well what? Tired of asking.
Here is! He raises up with a large gesture the finger of Alchas Arsenius. - I offer to charge a February vodka for 10 rubles per bottle, and then I may give you money.
- Go to work, alkas, there is no rescue from you, idiot! I scream because of the shelf.
– Excluded – reports Arsenius. – I have not been there to work, I am a key point of rural policy, many people are interested in me, and I can sing and jump beautifully.
Just try to scare my buyers drunk with their screams! says the duo. I will call the district.
Here is! The idea! I will now go to the district and write a statement to you that you refuse to sell me February vodka for ten.
That is, you are sabotaging the trade in the village: you could get live money, right away, and you specifically do not want, because you, Dusya, are a harmful and bad woman.
“Go away from here, Thunfisher,” said Dushia, putting his hands on his sides.
“I’ll fix it – a European,” says Arsenie, hitting the doorstep and rattling. “And I’ll be back here in 24 days with the local, and we’ll talk about your ugly and anti-human credit policy.