The state wants money.
Tax: catch a receipt, give the state money.
A letter to you, a letter to you. Only you come and take it, yes, in the working hours.
I: the landlord, went out of autumn hope.
You are: You are!
I, short of time: the mail, I came.
Post Office Officers: And what, do we all want to go crazy? And we dropped your letter because it was sent more than a month ago.
Tax: Now go to us, we will give you a new receipt. Only we work an hour later than the mail and three hours less.
I: Thank you Comrade Stalin for our happy childhood!!! to