Book: Aunt uncle Fedor, or Escape from Buttermilk

Frosts are expected, turning into a flood. Expected earthquake, resulting in a solar Eclipse. Sometimes snow, sometimes hail, sometimes sour grapes.

And the mushrooms that you have? - asks Ivanov-oglu.
- And - answers Pechkin. - We on the way to the birch grove to run, there's always aspen grow.
It is wrong, - says Ivanov-oglu, - the disorder. In the birch grove birch needs to grow.
- It may be agreed Pechkin. - Only in our Prostokvashino spawn order was not.

If we are to give will not, have not the house will be, and the communal apartment. Quarrelsome.

We do not cannon any that we target. You Ivanova-oglu aim.

Thank you, Roger, you home is not destroyed!

There are also people here are naoborot. The less they think, the more benefit.

Took Matroskin greeting card with flowers and kittens and wrote:
"Ball, you dunce!"
Pechkin mind:
- It is wrong. If a postcard greeting, first to congratulate the recipient relies.
Roger added:
"Congratulations, Ball, you, dunce!".

Matroskin says the seller:
Hello, we need a bed on wheels. Do you have such? To us aunt comes to visit on a permanent life.
The seller says:
- We now have any beds there. Though on wheels, even with a motor. In our village the capitalism came.
- Okay - said the uncle Fedor, let's see your bed.
- What did they see? - says the seller. - You tell what you require. We will nainam the button, and uncle Bob get it from the warehouse will bring.
- Some strange you have the capitalism to come, says Roger. And beds you heaps, and buttons there, and uncle Bob all the same the severity drags, as in the developed socialism.