There was one man in the garage. Father of a kind family, intelligent
And a nice uncle. He had a dream, he loved after his
to mark the car in the circle of friends and neighbors on the garage: "Here I will build
I’m going to divorce bees, isn’t it great? Sitting at night on the bench.
well – DACCHA, BEES...” Men treated their dreams respectfully, saying
Bees are good, bees are good, bees are good! And for the bee! and
This toast was often heard over the evening garages.
The dream fulfilled. The house was rebuilt and the first building was bought. Satisfied father
Family washing shopping with neighbors in the garage. Wife with 6-year-old son
delayed in the day. Blessed expression on his face slowly
It changes when his car flies to the garage and crashes it from there.
The wife and, opened the door, pulls out the roaring son. Storms in
The family was not seen. to this moment. The girl’s eyes swim off.
Bites, not deadly of course, but not acid. Raven is not weak either. wife s
with wild anger and contempt looks at the Father of the family, all for a moment
They lose speech. My son is also taking a break. lifting up the shaking hand,
The head of the family asks:
WOW, what is it?
This is, daddy, here the six-year-old son absolutely exactly copies the father’s.
a dream-admired intonation, but investing in it a nonethical share
The Sarcasm:
“The girl! The bees!”