Character: Hakob

Our life is like day in spring
Short.
From baptisms to burials
Two steps.

Who is walking and who is in the carriage
From a young age.
All in a hurry in this world
To the light.
Poor - rich,
Widowed, married
Anyway:
We are behind the fence
Will meet next
Meant to be.

Not so fast, my Prince! In life you should never hurry.

- You know Sona, what we want you fiancé found? Hakob - tell her!
Beautiful as a Lily, slim - cypress! That is, if I on one Bank of the river Mtkvari standing, he on the other, and between us - fog.

- Give money for our bride...
Two thousand coins!
Shop in sell, the shop in Manglisi, cots, horses, pillows, lambs, rings - I will not read...
Why?
- How much you want to take!
And for the young - stone house on the banks of the Kura river with a wine cellar. Want to swim - here Cura, here's your house, you want to wash - here Cura, here's your house, you want to drink - here Cura, here's your house.
- So, let, let, let! But if a flood?
- Uh, listen! Where is Kura and where is your house?

- Bonjour monsieur, bonjour.
- What did he say?
- About the shade something...
- Will the shade, my dear Prince, crystal chandelier!

- Ceiling gold! It is immediately evident that Prince!
- Ceiling - white, wallet - empty. In debt, drinking, sewing in debt, living on credit is!