Yuri Olesha. Envy (№ 382825)

Women! We will blow you smoke, clean your nostrils of smoke, your ears - from the hubbub, we'll make a potato magically, in an instant, to drop off shoes; we will return to you hours stolen from you kitchen, half life will get you back. You, young woman, cook for her husband soup. And the puddle of soup give you half of your day! We will turn your puddle into a sparkling sea, soup pour the ocean, porridge mound mounds, glaciers crawling jelly! Look, hostess, wait! We promise you: tile floor will be filled with sun, will burn the copper vats, the Lily of purity will be of the plates, the milk will be heavy as mercury, and this will float the fragrance from the soup that will be jealous of the flowers on the tables.