Character: Lariosik

- Well, in the forehead, so in the forehead.

- I'm leaving.
Where? Where?
- The Armenian vodka... get Drunk. Senseless.
- I'll be your friend.
- Read... read, in the novels.

- What is done in this blessed house? Vodka you wash floors? I know whose work it is! What are you all beat up? What are you all beat up? It is in the full sense of the word - Golden hands! Why no touch - Bang, splinters! Well if you have such an itch - Bay sets!
- What right have you to make my comments I don't want!
What is all this yelling at me? Soon begin to beat.

Of thanks - the overcoat will not sew.

Don't kiss, and it makes me sick.

- But our wounded souls crave peace...
You, will allow you to learn, compose poems?
- I? Yes, write...
So... Sorry to have interrupted you. Continue...

- As You deftly tilt it, Victor!
- Achieved exercise!

- I actually do not drink vodka.
- What are you herring without vodka will be there? Absolutely do not understand!

... Oh Elena, if only You knew, the tree reminds me of bad days of my childhood in Zhitomir: lights, Christmas trees are green... Well, here I'm better, much better than in childhood. From here, I wouldn't go anywhere else, I would sat the whole century under the Christmas tree, at Your feet.

Read, read in the novels... As "another will", so, of course, the cover, the end!