Ночь поет с туманами,

Не звенит рассвет.

Пьяная, август сорок первого,

Я иду к тебе.

У вокзала улица, парни, мужики.

Пусть желание сбудется, 

Ты придешь с войны.

Ты в глаза посмотришь мне,

Ночи пелена,

Пусть желание сбудется,

Кончится война.

Голос слышу четкий,

Будто бы во сне.

Поколдуй красавица,

Вспомни обо мне.

Где-то силы грозные будут поднимать,

Эти силы грозные будут наступать.

Поколдуй красавица,

Не допей вина.

Что бы с войной справится,

Стань сильней сама.

Жду письма от милого,

Пусть придет.

Колдовство сбывается,

Ночь свое берет.

Не беру вина,

Пусть желание сбудется,

Кончится война.


Под веткой вишни пьяной

Слова укутал дождь.

Непройденной дорогой

Ты все ко мне идешь.

Стучи ко мне, отвечу.

Слова мои верны.

Ты сон мой бесконечный,

Ты правда в море лжи.

И было что со мною,

Не важно все сейчас.

Ищи меня, отвечу,

Слова нам не нужны.

Ты мой далекий вечер,

Надежды и мечты.

Духи мои вишневые,

Подарок для меня.

Как юная, влюбленная

Под вишнею зеленою

Хочу обнять тебя.


 Он был соседей наших сын.

Простой мальчишка,

Не высокий, не красивый.

Меня он даже не любил,

Но стал моей звездой счастливой.

Его в бараке тёмном я ждала,

Ему писала письма до рассвета.

Старик в лохмотьх мне сказал:

Любовь - мечта поэта.

Потом в вагоне воду приносил:

Мечтал я тоже о великом.

Сейчас одна мечта,

Пусть будет родина великой.

Туда где море, где рассвет

И чайки дремлют на прибое.

Тогда скажу своей семье,

Мы знали радости и в горе,

Когда земля остановилась,

И всё что было там, вчера,

Мне словно в будущем приснилось.

А я мечтала о любви.

Влюбилась в мальчика соседа.

Другая я, другая жизнь.

И я ждала его у входа,

Но притворялась как всегда,

Что с ним я даже не знакома.

Потом влюбился он в меня.

Мои стихи читал ночами.

Он утром уходил, а ночью сном мне возвращался.

Однажды утром будит он меня,

Уставший, грязный и седой,

По-русски тихо говорит:

Ну что ты спишь,

Вставай.

Победа.

Где реки сливаются вместе 

И сказки столетья звучат,

На фронт провожала невеста,

Сама как те реки журча.

В тяжелую пору солдатом,

Я видел её как мечту.

Я видел её как колдунью,

Влюблённую в юность мою.

Меня она крепко держала.

Преграды ей не страшны.

И знала, всегда она знала,

Приду я домой с той войны.

Я видел дома наши, реки,

Леса у лугов заливных.

Сквозь огненный воздух, удар артиллерий,

Я слышал её громкий смех.

Она усмехалась снарядам,

Она усмехалась врагу.

Колдунья, пусть знает, колдунья,

Я душу твою заберу.

Ей ветер поддакивал только,

Врагов от меня отгонял.

Шумели снаряды, но были они не страшны.

Колдунья, пусть знают, колдунья,

Надёжные чары мои.

Никто на пути не посмеет 

Ни встать, не обидеть тебя.

И с этой далёкой мечтою,

Далёкой невестой моей.

Всегда беспощадно, с боем,

Я шёл до победы моей.

Четыре прошли долгих года.

Приехал в родные края.

Меня встречает невеста,

Сама как все реки журча.


Лица простые, 

Улыбка судьба,

Готова сказать мне о многом.

Как шли поезда,

Как шли поезда,

Дорога сменялась дорогой.

Богатства здесь нет,

Рабочий уклад, стол, диван, телевизор.

Картинки красивые в книгах

В далеком году, в далекой стране,

Как будто сквозь годы я вижу.

Бежала всегда на третий этаж.

Дом слева, окно с ярким светом.

На кухне смеется цветной попугай, болтает про чьи-то секреты.

Хозяйке теперь не до меня,

Чай на столе и разговоры с соседкой.

А для меня смешной попугай с каким-то новым секретом.

Потом за столом простой разговор.

На все вопросы ответы.С<

Смешается все, это было всегда.

Года пролетевшие ветры.

И не понятно что было вчера,

А что за тысячным летом.

Потом мы молчим,

Просто так, хорошо.

Вот птица, которая знает.

Еще чашка чая, торт на столе.

Пластинка о чем-то играет.

Я засыпать начинаю, мечтаю о новом пальто и помаде.

Но разве я знаю, что этот вечер простой пойдет со мной через годы.


На старых полках книг чужих страницы.

Сейчас начнется тихий пересказ.

Сияют снова радостные лица,

Как будто все читают в первый раз.

Вот путник у забытого колодца.

И видит вдруг он радости глаза.

И снова свет и снова льется солнце,

И сказка эта без начала и конца.

Глаза другие.

В них танцуют тучи, глаза сверкают звездами в ночи.

Ну что же ты!

Уставший путник.

Смотри на небо, правду там ищи.

Вот праздник где веселье бесконечно,

Но почему-то хочет остаться он один.

Пусть будет вечность,

Пусть будет вечность,

Для нас для всех.

Мой друг, мой господин.

Смотря на всех,

Одну лишь замечает.

Волшебны песни юности влюбленной.

И для нее ночами он не спал,

И для нее одной работал.

Потом снова праздник

И солнца рассвет.

Веселый и грустный.

Ну что же.

Ты просто был пьян.

Мила, не мила.

Что делать, законы такие.

Придут времена,

И скажут про нас,

Что вскормлены мы все хлебом единым.

Потом свет зажгут, 

В окошке луна.

Растянутся дни и годы.

И будут шуметь в дали поезда

И будут гудеть параходы.

Потом снова вечер, свеча на столе.

Вот книжка забытая мною.

И ты улыбнешься конечно же мне,

Бывает с учебой такое.





Она играла на пианино

Всегда задирая рукав.

И номер рыже синий 

Как будто с ней тоже играл.

Я папа первой не стала,

И даже не стала второй.

Я просто пришла с вокзала,

Я просто пришла домой.

Сижу шевелиться не смею,

Есть час еще про запас.

И час закружится в вальсе волшебном,

Напомнив нам что-то в тысячный раз.

Снег на березах, клуб у дороги,

Кружаться пары и папа играет нам вальс.

Мальчик красивый танцует со мною, но только несмотрит в глаза.

Весенней порою, военной тропою,

Уйдет он в болота, леса.

Хороших знакомых сын.

Папа смеется, играет,

Давно за нас все решил.

Зима пролетела и лето.

А осень в пожарах была.

Горел старый клуб,

Забывшийся вдруг старый рояль.

Война в город наш пришла.

И ночью холодной

И в серости дня.

В холодном бараке, всегда.

Закрою глаза и слышу я вальс,

С мальчишкой кружась до утра.










Я вспомню о вас словами 

В чистой новой тетради.

Пускай за нас кто-то в свадебном платье кружиться.

Прошло такое время

И кто теперь рассудит.

Не все мечты сбываются.

Так было, есть и будет.

Слова мои ты просто,

Ты просто вольный ветер

Который вдруг разбудит мечтами на рассвете.

Пройду по шумной улице

И все здесь по-английски.

И не стихи пишу тебе,

Пишу тебе я письма.

Читай подруга юная,

С любимым не прощайся.

Через года всегда он будет возвращаться.

Уставшая с работы,

Захлопнув дверь,

Мне восемнадцать лет и 

Я в любовь все верю.





Говори, говори, говори,

Говори до рассвета расказывай.

И всю жизнь твою, двадцать лет,

Ты мне говори, пересказывай.

Пролетели года как птицы.

Почему же смогла с тобой милый мой навсегда разлучиться.

Только время нам судья,

Говорит про успехи наши.

И идет веселый мой день,

На тебя как всегда похожий.



Ночь в тумане яблочном 

И твои глаза.

Говорить нам не о чем,

Целовать нельзя.

Вечер встречи,

Школьный класс,

Ты к другим пришел.

А у нас, у нас, у нас, у нас

Все ведь хорошо.

Почему ты не искал,

Не спешил ко мне.

Мы с тобою разошлись

Моря корабли.

Бури ты прошел без меня,

А для меня, ты всегда яркая звезда.


Маленький город,

Старый вокзал.

Теперь здесь давно все закрыто.

Помнишь, мне тихо сказал,

Ты пой, мое сердце открыто.

Запела я вдруг о странах других,

Дорогах, дорогах, дорогах.

Где пальмы и солнце,

И море вдали, что с детства

По снам мне знакомы.

Ты вдруг замолчал,

Посмотрел на меня.

Зачем тебе дальние сраны.

Вот дом наш, родной наш причал.

Зачем нам моря, океаны.

Здесь осенью лужи,

Ответила я,

Дожди проливные и тучи.

Работы тут нет хорошей.

И дни друг на друга, одни за другим,

Похожи, похожи, похожи.

Тебя я любила, 

Меня ты любил,

Но что-то стало такое.

По лужам, холодным дождем,

Ты шел веселый с другой

И свадьба твоя весною.

Сейчас у меня город другой

И адрес мой на английском.

Каждый день думаю я,

Нет это уже привычка.

Ты, наш маленький город

И старый вокзал, что с детства в мечтах мне знакомы.





Ночью звездной, 

Ночью странной,

Ты пришел ко мне незванно.

Весь был соткан из тумана,

Весь был соткан из обмана,

Цвет зеленых глаз твоих.

Говорил про то что было,

И про то что позабыла.

Про чужие дали, страны.

За моря и океана,

Шли верблюдов караваны.

Вижу берег я далекий,

Волны, солнце, воздух теплый.

Поцелуев и объятий,

И из роз богатых платьев.

Золотые амулеты, на руках моих браслеты,

Драгоценные брилинты,

Тихих слуг моих таланты.

Говорил красиво, много.

Сквозь года пронес и горы.

Соглашайся, не стесняйся,

Нас закружат в старом вальсе.

Говорил ты одинокий.

И задел меня рукою, и обнять хотел наверно.

Только свет лампады строгий ...

Не хочу, сказала прямо,

Все что может быть и было,

Все ушло, все я забыла.




Дорога знакомая,

Радости дня.

Нет не ищу я покоя.

Спасибо за то,

Что ты для меня 

Сияешь яркой звездою.

Пораньше проснусь, кофе налью.

Нет, утро начну я с зарядки.

У меня есть где-то звезда,

Значт все в порядке.

Работа, работа,

Летит и летит.

Улыбка играет как пламя.

А вечером я на звезды смотрю.

Сияют они и сияют.

Мне очень нужна твоя звезда.

Одной мне звезды не хватает.



Вчера было грустно,

Сегодня игра.

Иду одна я с работы.

Как хорошо, 

Что в детстве твердят,

Идите своею дорогой.

Улыбка простая, веселый твой взгляд,

Как будто сто раз мы знакомы. 

Но помню твердят,

Идите своею дорогой.


Ромашка, ромашка,

Ты мне расскажи, 

Любит не любит.

Ах что же.

Люблю я сама проливные дожди.

Дожли веть неверные тоже.

Бывает пройдут далеко далеко.

Бывает подойдут очень близко.

Потом посмеются тихонько в глаза:

Искали тебя по прописке.

Снова уйдут ничего не сказав.

Я утром проснусь, как жемчуг роса.

Искали меня по прописке.

Помнишь когда-то в далеком краю,

Песню запели твою и мою.

Годы проходят, столетья, века.

Песня любви будет всегда.

Б-г есть любовь.

Очищение.

Б-г есть любовь.

И прощение.


Знаешь когда-то в школе,

Мы читали что такое любовь

На школьном нашем заборе.

К + А = любовь , простые буквы, простые слова.

А сейчас сама на чистой 

стене, буквы понятные только мне, напишу,

Ты и я, любовь, просто так без адреса, школьный смех.

Улыбнется прохожий,

Сколько лет, все тоже.


Я замужем, 

А ты женат.

Делиться мы не будем.

Хочу спасибо я сказать,

Спасибо что пришло, как в первый раз,

Вот это ветренное чувство.

Запретный плод стал сладок невзначай,

Но я контроль не потеряла,

И это для меня наверно главная награда.

Домой приду и не открою я секрет.

Пусть будет это песня без припева.


Может быть нам с тобой

Очагом одним не согреться,

Из ключа одного родниковой воды не попить.

Но любовь счастья круг,

Как срасательный круг в моем серце.

Новые мысли, мечты.

Я полюбила другого.

Нет я полюбила себя.

Значит юность не ушла без ответа.

Снова голос знакомый первой чистой любви.

И в душе поет лето, снова блеск дискотеки, платье яркое, красивые туфли мои. 

Улыбнусь я прохожим, кольцо подороже и тайна,

Улыбаюсь сегодня я только ему.


Привет, привет.

Ты послан был зачем-то мне.

Все хорошо и у тебя и у меня.

Я не ищу и не спешу в любовь играть.

Скажу я прямо в первый раз,

Я замужем, а ты женат.

Зачем скрывать 

И эти мысли отгонять.

А для чего-же ты в моей судьбе.

Возник как ветер перемен,

Счастливых, верю я.

Привет.

Мне тихо зеркало в ответ.

Красивей не найдешь.

И свежий ветер, солнца свет,

Пора вставать, открой тетрадь,

Бегом в спортзал.

Так я сказал.

Привет.

Весна пришла, любовь, ура.

Любовь к себе, весне, красе,

Под синим небом маленькой листве, и лужам и ручьям, цветочкам на лугах где я гуляла в юных снах.

Привет, привет, 

Позвольте мне сказать,

Холодный крепкий зимний день.

Да где-то, кто-то,

С кем-то где.

Так было много раз.

Позвольте вас спросить.

Нет, спроси себя,

А нужно ли вот это мне?

Да, много там всего,

Там в жарких странах,

Праздник и всегда жара.

А нужно ли всегда вот это мне, но соглашусь и да и нет.

Привет, я лето, 

Праздник до утра.

Ты празнуй, веселись.

И согласись, спроси себя,

А что потом.

Как в песне,

Новый поворот и что он принесет.

Ответ простой,

Сначала полюби, любовью новой,

Ты себя.

И книжка новая, спортивный клуб, и что-то яркое, 

Вот первый друг, привет.



Подожди, подoжди, подожди,

Без оглядки уходит время.

И дожди, проливные дожди 

Мне давно надоели.

Дождь нахмурится.

Я же весна.

Свежий отдых листвы 

После жаркого лета.

Вспомни тихий голос

У первой любви,

Что поет целый век в нашем сердце.

Теплым ливнем моим 

Все бессонные ночи до блеска отмыты.

Без дождя нет цветов, нет зеленой травы.

Снова чистое все,

Для тебя, для меня

И для нового лета.


Winter.

Winter. She is looking straight and far. No smile, no any emotions in her face. Only the eyes, thoughtful, that go deep, studying and understanding. 

What is she thinking about?

May be about the time when this village didn't know what electricity is, was mostly illiterate and uneducated.

How she shyly walked in the room filled with old and young people who were loud reading together book now parents reading to the small children. Where she first time met people talking about equal rights and freedom. 

Summer.

Always happy, fresh looking in colorful clothes with fuchsia color lipstick. And with solution for everything. Everything is easy with her. Long time ago, I was studying, after the Second World war, and living in a room rented by my parents from an old woman. A young man started to follow me, we became friends, he would met me in the evening, we would go my  house together. One day he didn't meet me, I was surprised and went home by myself. Everything was gone from my room, food, clothes, food cards.

Spring.

She is like spring that always comes after winter. How cold it is, its March, the spring is here, and the warm days are coming. Strong and stubborn, taking no “no" for answers. She always gets what she wants, mostly its not much, but  still, its her way. Born before Russian Social Revolution in 1917 in the wealthy family, she received education most girls in her time didn't have. After the revolution, she married a very funny man, how she described, who supporter the revolution and was a revolutionary himself.  The life was changed, everything went in to hidden until the early 1980th when it became popular to look and remember the secret family roots. The family tree was made into big picture and put on the living room door.

Autumn

Autumn. She is cold autumn. With wind and dark sky. There's nothing warm about her. Cold, strong,  with no chance of getting the sun through those grey clouds. She doesn't smile or laugh, always focusing on something people don't really see or think.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Swinuk: there are two owners is in here.

Big Swinuk: sugar!

Big Hruck: war!

Wizier Swinuk: exactly.

Bingo.

Big Swinuk: we gor the wrong pig.

Big Hruck: we are going to get our free sugar tomorrow!

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Big Hruck: when you are pigs are done?

Hrucks: can this job be more boring.

Wizier Hruck: crazy bees.

Big Hruck: give them candies.

Wizier Hruck: be careful, it has alcohol.

Big Hruck: this what we need.

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Swinuk: who blocked the exit?

Big Hruck: things change, bye.

Hrucks: we are going to Manila bar

To the red lights district. Big Hruck: yeah.

Lets go and get our free sugar!

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Hruck: the weather looks weird.

Its raining!

Big Hruck: all I want rain and alcohol.

Hrucks: rain and alcohol!

Bees: they are getting stupid by day.

Bee: they are stealing our honey!

Big Hruck: we only want to check sugar!

 

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

We got to Moscow and I understood why all the war we were thinking about being strong for our capital.

Feeling of happiness was flowing everywhere, it was in the air.

We went to his house. The room was golden, the brightest, the sunshine.

“My grandfather and uncles are Priests. My mother like this style and we keep it like this.

And they had piano. Here, in this house, the war was over for me. I felt we won and we will have happy life and good future for our country. We will rebuilt and built again everything.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

It was 1949, after the war. I was studying in medical university and at summer, as usual, back home, helping my parents.

We were on the farm working with other girls.

My aunt ran to me, sweating from the long run.

“Where's is your mother?! A man from Moscow is looking for her. Go, met him, he is in my house. Wear this."

She said, breathing heavily and pushing me her the best blouse.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

In February 1942 my brother got a note that he has to go for medical exam to join the army. He was in the last year of school. He was leaving in about one week. I made him a small towel and stitched it with roses.

“Bring it back" – I told him when he was leaving to the military centre.

“I will" – he said.

And he brought the towel back in 1946.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

Two men, father and son, were sitting at the our table. My mother poured little bit vodka in tiny grass. The father and her drank together.

The son was leaving to the war. A bag was near his feet.

“To the recruiting center” – the father said.

“Too far", - my mother replied.

“We walk" – the father replied.

And they started to talk about the old days, before the revolution in 1917.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

At the end of simmer we stayed somewhere on the fields near forests preparing grass for winter. It was very warm and women were wearing open tops. Some women had scars on their shoulders. They were pulling metal pieces to dig up the soil and prepare it for the planting, on the farm and were they had own land. My mother had the same scars. She always worried about our cow more then she cared about herself. “Our feeder “ – she would say petting the cow.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

The room was full of people. Simple food on the table, potatoes and vodka in long glass bottle. It was some dinner together.  May be twenty people. First everyone was talking about the war, and our army. A man in military uniform gave a speech. And then we wished everyone come back home. Its was long talk, everyone wanted to say something, to wish and promise.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

The war changed everything. Women and children replaced men.

We had harvest in August and September 1941, two months before the war had started and women were everywhere. Even driving trucks for pickups were women. In my school, post office, the farm, almost everywhere. Only men who couldn't be replaced and old men, they stayed. And young boys, teenagers who were too young to join the army. Every day when I looked or we looked at each other, we knew there is war.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

We went to the train station. There were trains, many trains. One were going to the war, on the west from us. With soldiers and military equipment. I have never seen so many trains before, at the same time. Rocket launchers were going on and on, on the trains, in front of my eyes. I was looking up, military trucks, tanks.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

Every few day my mother would ask me: "Go see if there's fire.”
She would mean, go to the hill from where you can see the other side of the river.  She was waiting for someone on the different side of the village, in the forest.
We had small house in the forest. It wasn't very far, I knew how to get there, hidden tiny road, and my mother was waiting for someone to start fire place near the house. It was autumn already, started to get cold, we wearing boots and jackets.

My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

In few days, very short from the time the Second World war had started, my uncle stopped by our house.
The though of war was known, people thought about it, it was in the air, because Western Europe was already attacked and occupied. Only thing, we didn't believe the German would attack us too, and it will be very fast and massive on the amount of land they quickly invade.

Kingdom of Swinuks.

Big Swinuk: between pigs and wild boars are two different things.

Swinuk: he threw something at me!

Big Swinuk: vegetables?

Is it the same story?

Big Hruck: I didn't throw anything at you!

Do you know what “on" means?

Big Swinuk, you are my witness.

Swinuk: Big Swinuk didn't see anything!

Big Hruck: I threw vegetables right beside you.

Not at you.

Big Swinuk: do you know what pisses me off?

We have to learn word “library" now.

Kingdom of Swinuks.

Big Hruck: for pigs,

Looks are everything.

Big Swinuk: good thing we found you.

Big Hruck: walking long distances, lifting weights.

Sprinting.

Big Swinuk: what's that?

Big Hruck: when you run and don't wait for each other.

And someone gets there first.

Big Swinuk: oh yeah.

Big Hruck: don't let pigs eat fattening food and fifty five percent of the plate are vegetables.

Wizier Swinuk: someone threw vegetables in the garbage!

Big Swinuk: wild boars are always like that.

They buy vegetables and throw it out.

Big Hruck: pigs don't spend money on what they are not using.

Big Swinuk: bravos!

We write it down.

Big Hruck: make it the new law.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

First day.

Big Swinuk  my daughter sounds like a pig.

Wizier Swinuk: sometimes.

Big Swinuk: all the time!

You should hear some.

Like, damn, she is a pig.

Wizier Swinuk: everyone knows.

Big Swinuk: it’s the name.

Wizier Swinuk: your lovely daughter, Bright Sunshine, needs husband.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

They have a lot of pigs there.

Big Hruck.

He is the man!

Big Swinuk: are we lucky!

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Battler Swinuk: Big Hruck is hiding in the library.

Wizier Swinuk: we should've not let this pig come here.

Big Swinuk: yes!

Battler Swinuk: Big Hruck is here!

Big Swinuk: Big Hruck!

I have been waiting for you all my life

And here you are.

In our library.

You, my daughter and sugar are getting along very well.

Wild boars: what is sugar?

Big Swinuk: do you know what “sugar” means?

Wild boars: no.

Big Swinuk: good for you!

Good for you.

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Swinuk: pigs say “hey"

And wild boars say “ey".

We have our sense of mind.

How are the shoes?

Big Hruck: very comfortable.

I feel like I wear socks.

Big Hruck: mess!

Wizier Swinuk: I didn't see anything.

Don't worry.

Never.

Never!

Big Hruck: do something pigs!

Wizier Swinuk: you are right!

Our crazy attitude.

The price is right!

Big Hruck, you stopped at the right door.

We will focus on sugar business.

We will be Big Hrucks!

Not by size.

Smart.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Big Hruck: oh man..

Wizier Swinuk: you always say a lot.

Big Hruck: I was singing under the rain!

Wizier Swinuk: you were servicing us under the rain.

Use proper words.

See you tomorrow, hopefully under the better conditions.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Big Hruck: what is this?

Wizier Swinuk: no idea.

Lets try.

Big Hruck: how long have you been working here?

Wizier Swinuk: I don't see the difference.

You are wrong or right.

Tomorrow you are going to pick outfits for Princess Swinuk.

This is your job now.

Make sure she looks great.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Swinuk: you have to focus on ladies now.

No more focus on men.

Big Hruck: we are warriors!

We are soldiers!

Wizier Swinuk: when you see Princess Swinuk,

Say “Oink, oink, is it you, Princess Swinuk!”.

And keep oinking.

Big Hruck: she is boring.

Wizier Swinuk: go to some place.

Jamaica is right here.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Swinuk: did you leave pop in the freezer?

Big Hruck: no!

Wizier Swinuk: no?

Not you?

Big Hruck: lots of sugar.

Wizier Hruck: look here.

Our computer.

This is day.

And this is night.

There's no reason to forget.

Big Hruck: you can't figure out?

Wizier Swinuk: we are always students.

Unfortunately, you have to go to work first before going home.

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Swinuk: did you leave pop in the freezer?

Big Hruck: no!

Wizier Swinuk: no?

Not you?

Big Hruck: lots of sugar.

Wizier Hruck: look here.

Our computer.

This is day.

And this is night.

There's no reason to forget.

Big Hruck: you can't figure out?

Wizier Swinuk: we are always students.

Unfortunately, you have to go to work first before going home.

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Swinuk: welcome.

Did you have chocolate Mishka?

Big Hruck: no.

Wizier Swinuk: we thought you had chocolate Mishka.

Big Hruck: I had chocolate cake.

And this is crazy.

Everything is chocolate here.

Wizier Swinuk: we are wild boars!

Swinuk delivery service: Big Hruck!

Hey!

Your bananas!

Big Hruck: why would I want bananas?

Wizier Swinuk: he is our new Big Swinuk with 300 new square pigs.

Swinuk delivery service: modern pigs!

Wizier Swinuk: leave your bananas here.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Wizier Hruck: she is going to wear mini skirt.

Big Hruck: been there, done that.

Wizier Hruck: you better look happy.

We need Swinuks technology and they need our sugar.

Big Hruck: quite a combination.

Wizier Hruck: it sounds nasty until you eat it and then “boom", fruit explosion in your mouth.

Big Hruck: technically.

Wizier Hruck: you are not the first one who been here.

We need it done man.

Big Hruck: she said, she is on her way.

Wizier Hruck: ask how long it will take.

Big Hruck: she said soon.

Wizier Hruck: stand here in the corner like my car and smile.

Do you know what's our problem?

We think of ourselves as pigs.

And Swinuks think of themselves as wild boars from 100 years old.

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Princess Swinuk: only Pigs streets?

Street control Hruck: yes mam!

This is our religion.

Princess Swinuk: and how long we have to drive for?

Street control Hruck: go straight on the Pigs street untill you see the right turn.

Princess Swinuk: we are driving for hours!

Where is the right turn?

Street control Hruck: we are all waiting for that, I guess.

Princess Swinuk: do you have a map?

Street control Hruck: we don't use maps here.

Go all the way and turn right.

You are pretty pig.

Let them look for you.

Princess Swinuk: we have to find Big Hruck.

We need him to make our coffee.

Sugar are our two first ingredients.

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Big Hruck: its it's raining outside.

Who wants to go and check?

Wizier Hruck: we will text you.

Big Hruck: where were you?

Do you know how hard is to find you.

I can't find you the whole day.

Wizier Hruck: why you can't find me?

I can find you everywhere.

I find you in the washroom.

Big Hruck: why you find me in the washroom!?

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Big Hruck: those are different pigs.

General Hruck: new army members.

Big Hruck: where are you going?!

Soldiers Hrucks: break time.

Big Hruck: back to the training!

Soldiers Hrucks: wash room.

Big Hruck: I know what wash room is, but your gym starts now!

General Hruck: nothing to worry about.

Big Hruck: your pigs are running away.

General Hruck: its its only training in alphabetical order, oink oink.

Big Hruck: and what are those square pants?

General Hruck: new designs, from the game.

 

 

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Big Hruck: romantic dinner!

 What is this?

Princess Swinuk: mostly drinks and salads.

Big Hruck: grass?

Princess Swinuk: what do you want, chiken.

Waitress Swinuk: your bill sir.

Big Hruck: I have visa.

What are those lines?

Waitress Swinuk: the tip.

Big Hruck: how to skip the tip?

Waitress Swinuk: we don't have this option.

Princess Swinuk: the skip tip option is connected to our emergency line.

Someone will call you and ask if you all right.

Waitress Swinuk: you can pick extra salad next day.

Princess Swinuk: this how we are different.

Waitress Swinuk: and we write your name on the beard with the phone number.

You can pick your salad any time tomorrow.

Princess Swinuk: we can eat berries tomorrow.

Big Hruck: and see my reaction.

Little swinuks: look at his nose!

He is Pinocchio!

 

 

 

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Princess Swinuk: oh, this is door!

Big Hruck: yes this is the door, the exit.

Princess Swinuk: wow!

Big Hruck: it can be an issue.

Wizier Hruck: may be swinuks don't have doors.

Princess Swinuk: I am going out.

Big Hruck: this door, all yours, go out.

 

 

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Princess Swinuk: he just grabbed all the food and ate it!

Wizier Swinuk: once a pig, always a pig.

Hrucks supply lots of sugar to us.

Don't you get it!

Princess Swinuk: no.

Wizier Swinuk: we keep all the knowledge to ourselves.

Princess Swinuk: please don’t say no more.

Wizier Swinuk: we can get more pigs working on our recycling plant.

Make it big open space like Texas.

Princess Swinuk: how is Big Hruck going to sit on our throne?

He is so short snd fat.

Wizier Swinuk: we put him a cushion.

 

Kingdom of Hrucks.

Big Hruck: she is slow.

Servant: free pig.

Married pigs move on their heads.

Big Hruck: where is she?

Servant: she said “I am going home right now".

Wizier: We are already getting food ftom Swinuks.

Big Hruck: not today.

Servant: oh, you.

You want to go outside and  make money.

You go outside and make money.

Wirier Hruck: with no experience?

Kingdom of Hrucks.

 1.


Wizier Hruck: you should go see Swinuks.

You will be very surprised.

You will see a pig, pig like you, with big snout and he will sound like wild boar.

When he talks.

Big Hruck: Swinuks have news every day, like crazy.

Wizier Hruck: you are just jealous.

Big Hruck: Swinuks wish to have at least 15 percent of our army. 

Wizier Hruck: enough is enough!

Go! Why are you still here?


2.


Wizier Hruck: who is this green crocodile!

Big Hruck: I try to stay young in my heart.

Wizier Hruck: keep stretching.

Wear green for your wedding.

Big Hruck: Swinuks are going to eat me to get more attention.

Wizier Hruck: let her eat your slowly.

Your bride is waiting at home.


My grandmother's memories about the Second World war.

We were by the river. I put my hands in the water. The water was shining on the sun. The sparkles of the sunshine were in every splash. I smiled looking at all that sun in my hands, many tiny lights in the water drop. My girlfriends were running and playing in the water trying to wet each other's clothes as much as possible. 
A boy on a big bicycle looked as he flew right near us screening: “War, war, war!”
We stood still not understanding anything. 

My grandmother's memories of the Second World war.

It was June 22, 2041.  Now, thinking about it .... (My grandmother is looking like she sees something funny in front of her and smiles) Beautiful summer day, all I remember is it was warm and sunny.  And for us, children, it was summer holidays too.  
I was in school back then.

Kingdom of Hrucks.

1.

Big Hruck: you are late!

What's wrong with you.

You never late.

Post man: yesterday. Had to do bunch of u-turns.

Big Hruck: at least you found us, which is good.

Post man: are you going to dress up for the festival?

Big Hruck: yeah, some character people.

Post man: where are the little pigs?

I haven't seen them from this morning.

Big Hruck: studying.

Waiting for someone to ring the bell.

(Ringing the bell).

Big Hruck: here go.

Little pigs: can't wait until 3 o'clock.

Big Hruck: pigs.

Little pigs: open concept.

What else?

Post man: may be now they will find the wolf?

Big Hruck: no, that's gone.

Post man: may be they are some kind of …?

Big Hruck: boring man?

Yeah boss.

They see mud and they turn around.

What's going on!

Post man: what are they studying?

Big Hruck: probably business and every day problems.

Post man: nice little pigs.

Big Hruck: Friday night.

Tomorrow is Friday.

Post man: tomorrow is Friday.

Oh, this is good news.

Story.

 

I am requesting the special line”.



Natalie looked at the letter she just wrote and quickly posted it on her poetry blog, before thinking and thinking and thinking about it again. She had doubts and wanted to hear someone else opinion, the opinion she would listen and take as a lead.

Story.

We are going to play hide and seek! The old woman smiled looking at Natalie.

Where to hide here? Natalie replied.

The woman quickly moved cover from the table and covered Natalie.

You will hide here, - she said, - and stay near the wall?

What do you feel?

I feel bricks, very big, smooth and light color, nor white, creamy.

Natalie was touching the wall in the room.

And its day time, sunny day, - she said.

 

Story.

It was the day for the spiritual cleaning. Bright and sunny day. All the windows in the sauna house were open. At the end, the wizard, who was leading the cleaning, raised his hand and it felt like he was cutting the air. He took a big round plate, big circle and small in the middle, touched with bouquet of dry flowers. And then pored on Natalie's hair.

After the spiritual cleaning, thinfs changed for Natalie. Some people she knew, from her childhood, she didn't want to go out with them. The books she liked, she didn't want to read. She would see the darkness in them, and didn't want to touch or see. Her best first friend was gone too, they moved out. It was all different.

 

Story.

One evening Natalie's grandmother came home and slammed the door.

“She is not going to leave me alone until I do what she wants!”

The grandmother said, noting that “she" is Natalie's friend, the old woman.

The old woman wasn't really a friend, she was the grandfather's cousin. And from 1935 to 1985 they didn't see each other. The grandfather was at the Second world war, got very bad injures and some one told him, after the 6war, that there is an old woman, healer, who can heal. This how he met Natalie's grandmother. The great grandmother was a white magician and the old woman, as soon as she heard the story, was asking about the same spiritual path for Natalie.

We do the spiritual cleaning, you become magician, will go to medical university after the school”.

Story.

Natalie hears laughter. The five boys, living in big apartment filled with books. They look and dress the same, exept the smallest one the boys look identical. When Natalie visits them with the old woman, first they stare at her and then they play, mostly hide and seek. Natalie hides in the old woman room, probably, not sure, couch, TV, table and pictures on the small shelf.  The old woman says: hide near the wall, what do you see?

I see dancing man and woman. The woman has bright, colorful long dress! They are spinning together and slowly spin away.

And the boys have computer, that Natalie had never heard about.

They try to teach her, but Natali cant get it.

One day, that family was moving. The father, looked short and round in the big almost empty apartment, giving orders to people moving the stuff.

Then Natalie heard he was talking to the old woman: “Lets go with us mother. You will be alone here now".

“No, the old woman replied, - I have grand daughter here".

Natalie was worrying the old woman will bother her now, but she was bothering Natalie's grandmother.

 

Story.

White pearls were bouncing everywhere. This time Natalie wasn't scared or wasn't punishing the imagination away. She wanted to see more. She was willing to see it as someone who could be called magician years ago.

After the pearls she saw mermaids playing in the water. They were swimming, long hair, the tails. Natalie couldn't see their faces, only they were young.

Then the door somewhere opened. It was a wooden country storage house.

 

Story.

Years went by, many years. Natalie did not become a doctor how her grandmother always wanted, she did not really follow the journey of the magicians, except may be study the basics of magic. Long time ago someone asked if Natalie would like to learn, professionally, but things changed at that time, Natalie changed too, and she said “no” and left her city. That evening she was watching TV, and on one of the channels, the news channels, she saw a former Nazi soldier. First time, alive and on TV. And it brought all those years back, the thoughts of her grandmother, the old woman with medals. The ritual and the witch who got her soul back. The feeling of the time flying back. Natalie was watching the soldier, old man now, talking on TV and his energy was familiar. In her mind, she was looking at the young man. And then, it was like someone let her see another ritual, another story.

Story.

They stood on the knees, and the first magician started a prayer. First, it was in Latin language. You have to repeat the same thing, and kind of go in the trans, bending slowly up and down. After a while you start to hear singing. The witches were singing.

The first magician started a prayer. First, it was in Latin language. You have to repeat the same thing, and kind of go in the trans, bending slowly up and down. After a while you start to hear singing. The witches singing. Somewhere war, in Latin language too.

At first was brown chocolate color, Natalie could see it like a dream. Then some kind of vibration, the floor. And singing, louder and louder, like wind and thunder. The witches opened the portals. Natalie heard about it before, but here, she started to panic. She freaked out, ready to open eyes and leave the ritual which magicians are not allowed to do. After the agreement, they have ti stay until everything is completed. Natalie knew she couldn't stay. The chocolate cloud started to move, Natalie could see some things in it, moving, almost like faces, shapes. All Natalie wanted, is to open her eyes, and ran, like from bad dream. Natalie was feeling that something was breathing at her, cold, and choking. In a minute she would open her eyes. Then, face came from nowhere, and looked at her. Watery eyes, blinked, soft, feeling strong and calm. Natalie felt security in it, though she was not alone, someone is with her and was willing to go through the ritual too.

After, first thing she saw, in the dream, was big garden, land, big open place, day time, green trees, green leaves, grass. A dog was running, very friendly, he was playing, running around like playing with the wind. Then black small cloud appeared, it had spikes going in different way, the cloud was kind of spinning and different directions. Then the white cloud came from somewhere. They started to play together, spinning, like dancing. Then Natalie saw big man, very light, with white beard, his face was on the sun, she couldn't see it. The man was at the bunny's hole, something where small animal live. And two small white animals, with white pompons on there heads, left that little house. They were friendly and happy. Black and white cloud were playing again, until the black cloud left. And everything became bright and sunny.

Story.

In about a week Natalie, her grandmother and the old woman were going to take part in the almost unknown ritual. Natalie's grandmother and the old woman knew Latin, not a lot and Natali saw her grandmother was repeating unknown words. She was not nervous. It okay, we do what we have to.

It was early morning, a car signaled near the house. It was time to get ready. Natalie was dressed in the bright light clothes. Grandmother was wearing clothes she was wearing to work, it was pretty, spring flower colors. The old woman was waiting at the car. She was wearing old military uniform with medals, a lot of medals. It was kind of funny, old woman in military uniform, she was skinny, and felt like she came from the battle, if you don't look at her face, from the back, you would think, you see young person. And she had small military hat too.

The house was nice, sweet and soft. The atmosphere., sunny. It was so relaxing, you want to open the windows and sleep in it. There were houses a bit further, but this one was the last one close to some open land.

The ritual had two parts, give back own soul to an old witch and lead to the light dark souls who gave their life fighting at this war.

And there was another group, witches, this how I called them, even though, they probably were not witches. They were somewhere far, at the same ritual, finding those souls and bringing where the white side can get them and take to the light.

Story.

Natalie didn't want to pick up the phone, but inner voice said “pick up the phone". She answered, a woman with soft friendly voice asked little surprised “Can I talk to your grandmother?” Natalie said that her grandmother wasn't home. The woman thanked her and disconnected. Natalie was still holding the phone and looked at the mirror near the phone. For a second she looked at herself, looking different, beautiful. She thought she was like everyone, here she thought of herself, pretty, different, with own thoughts.

Story.

The phone rang again. This time Natalie's grandmother was home. She answered the phone, quiet for a second.

No, we cannot – she said. You need three magicians. It is dangerous. Something like this was done, more then fifty years ago and not by me. I will not be able hold it alone. The conversation was going one, people on another line probably didn't want to agree. Natalie felt some sadness in the room. The grandmother was still talking, she made few jokes, but didn't really laugh. It is sad, but I don't understand how I can help you. It is not safe for both of us, you do you part, and I cannot do mine. See, if you can find someone else. Grandmother asked about the witch. The witch was in the retirement home. We we went to see her. Natalie was waiting outside. It was so weird. Warm weather, grass, flowers. Grandmother got outside. Her organs are failing, she said to herself. In few days, an old woman stopped at the house. I can be the second magisian. The old witch was from her division, or something, they went to the Second World war together. And her, and the grandmother, were sitting at the table, in the living room, talking about that time. The conversation was about the same thing, The grandmother did not want to agree. Not enough people, grandmother was repeating the same thing. And then Natalie, she got exited about it. I will do it. She though of herself looking at the mirror. I am cleaned magisian, and I can do it. Granndmother didn't agree. Learn your school firt. Then, it was no other choice, there were no one else to find. And they agree to help the witch, to get her soul back.

Story.

 I am dancing in the orange dress.

This is autumn, summers west.

Time is changing,

Leaf is flying, singing lullaby.

Autumn, autumn,  golden time.

Throw me music

And sunshine.

Autumn, autumn, golden time.

Little bit windy, little bit warm,

Sparling wine and orange dress,

I am dancing autumn waltz.


16 years old Natalie was dancing in front of the mirror. Small apartment with simple furniture, dress, the same color and style few girls had in her class, mysic from record player, nothing special. Except Natalie was in love, with a boy from two grades above. And all her thoughts were about him. And it was spring, tge windows were opened and the fresh air was blowing in to the apartment.  

Then the phone rang. 


Михаил Исаковский

Вишня

В ясный полдень, на исходе лета,
Шел старик дорогой полевой;
Вырыл вишню молодую где-то
И, довольный, нес ее домой.
Он глядел веселыми глазами
На поля, на дальнюю межу
И подумал: «Дай-ка я на память
У дороги вишню посажу.
Пусть растет большая-пребольшая,
Пусть идет и вширь и в высоту
И, дорогу нашу украшая,
Каждый год купается в цвету.
Путники в тени ее прилягут,
Отдохнут в прохладе, в тишине,
И, отведав сочных, спелых ягод,
Может статься, вспомнят обо мне.
А не вспомнят — экая досада, —
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King of Fools.

King of Fools: where is this flag!?

Mama Mia: over there.

Troll: you found the flag?

King of Fools: sometimes you must understand.

Fool: mister Troll, we cannot go to look for the Fools gold without our flag.

King of Fools.

King of Fools (on the phone): we are trying to be nice, hug and kiss mister Troll!

Troll (on the phone): he is a new Troll.

King of Fools: it's perfect at our location.

Mister Troll complains about absolutely nothing.

We work to avoid it.

Yes, nothing is done.

Troll: we feel you.

 

King of Fools.

King of Fools: it’s a big buck.

A size of a tooney.

Troll: it flies?

King of Fools: who?

It’s the Fools gold.

 

King of Fools.

Troll: “King of Fools” is it your real name?

King of Fools: no, my experience.

Troll: this how people call you at home?

King of Fools: when she is busy.

Troll: and when she is not busy?

King of Fools: Mister Troll, some people don't work from home.

And when she is not busy we use our control panel.

Notes on the fridge.

When its my turn to cook and wash dishes, she is watching.

She call me president in our house.

 

King of Fools.

Troll: why are you laughing?

King of Fools: I didn't realize it was her.

Some weird clothes she is wearing.

You should inform your man in advance, prepare him.

Troll: harassment still exists.

King of Fools: how could she forget I am going to work!

I expect her to be nicer with some neutral colors.

We surely cannot look for the Fools gold now!

With this hideous day start.

Troll: we can always change.

King of Fools: we can?

Why we never work on the fashion!?

Now its all a mess.

Its always “ok, ok, ok" in the store.

Troll: you can figure this at night at home.

King of Fools: you can't do much night.

King of Fools.

King of Fools: is this your woman?

Troll: yes.

King of Fools: so you are coming from the same house, from the same bed and you are not sitting together?

Troll: she is like this.

King of Fools: where are the manners!?

One time she introduced me

“My man and a child “.

How do you like it?

Troll: okay, lets work on the map.

King of Fools: any time.

Yesterday I got a ticket.

At home.

Troll: oh, oh.

King of Fools: we were doing stuff upstairs.

From now on,

Every body, pizza!

Troll: you don't have to cook evrry day.

King of Fools: since this morning.

Mama Mia: its Friday!

King of Fools: only one day I can sleep, Saturday.

On Sundays we have to get ready for Mondays.

Troll: we are going to drive.

See, here, this where the fools gold is.

We are going on Saturday.

King of Fools: if Mama Mia is working on Saturday, 

I definitely will be at work.

My new car is fantastic.

If you want to be super fast,

You press the sport mode and actually pedal it.

Troll: we get there in the morning.

 

 

King of Fools.

King of Fools (on the phone): yes my love.

Troll (on the phone): fools scare me.

Troll (on another line): they don't know what they are doing.

Troll (on the phone): they are looking for information.

King of Fools: mister Troll, she is asking how we are!

Questions are very different today.

Troll: busy but good.

King of Fools: you are our type of person.

Troll: you are very busy today.

King of Fools: very busy!

Like damn!

We are putting cameras here, for our own bucks.

Troll: for what, you don't do anything much.

King of Fools: it was clear before.

Troll: no, it wasn't.

King of Fools (on the phone): no, I can't go home now.

Because I am working tomorrow!

 

 

King of Fools.

Troll: how was your long weekend?

King of Fools: I was a panda 

And she was cheering me up.

Banana!

Troll: this what you are eating?

King of Fools: after night every night.

You are a fool!

Yes!

Troll: I know what it is.

King of Fools: Mama Mia, he knows what it is.

Troll: where I work, we have machines. 

This why.

King of Fools: every weekend she starts: “ I am sexy woman!” and turns on the heat!

No way I am writing books like this.

Then she talks about sexy makeover. 

Troll: may be wait when she gets older.

Troll: I tell her when she is reading this book and yawns.

Do you know how mad she looks.

Troll: you are lucky forever. 

King of Fools: with a crazy salad?

With the salad!

Troll: you are weird. 

King of Fools: oh, yes.

King of Fools.

Troll: where is King of Fools?!

King of Fools: he is not here.

Troll: why are you not here!

Drinking wine?

King of Fools: no.

I start, lets see.

Troll: any plans for this weekend?

King of Fools: I relax, she cooks,

And we and we and we.

Troll: where is your shoe?

King of Fools: she is so heavy.

I have to tell her again.

I will be using my brains finally!

King of Fools.

King of Fools: hm, sensors.

Brand new!

Troll: did you see my notes?

King of Fools: yes, we saw your notes.

See you after work.

Fool: who is making noise here?

King of Fools: mister Troll and Mama Mia.

Learning bad words.

Fool: this why I stopped right now.

King of Fools: mister Troll should be thankful he didn't work in a cave.

Neanderthals had it bad.

So this is good.

 

King of Fools.

Troll: balloons!

King of Fools: Mama Mia was asking me if I brought you flowers.

Troll: have fun.

King of Fools: actually, you have fun.

We are going with you.

Troll: what's your Valentine's plan?

King of Fools: me and Mama Mia and strawberries and chocolates and more chocolates.

Troll: when your woman will see you today,  she will think you enjoy it.

Why to stop now.

King of Fools: she started yesterday.

It's Valentine's day!

King of Fools.

Troll: where is the shoe?

King of Fools: because of her.

On weekend I don't have to go anywhere and I always go somewhere.

Troll: how are you going to walk in one shoe?

King of Fools: mister Troll, you are turning into a goblin.

We have to call the Ghostbusters.

Troll: and what are they going to do?

King of Fools: vacuum you.

Ttoll: trolls never fail.

King of Fools: what about another time?

 

 

King of Fools.

Troll: Mama Mia, nice lipstick.

Do you need a mirror?

Mama Mia: no, I don't need a mirror.

I only need help finding stuff in my bag.

King of Fools: she is never shy.

Always something, but I like it.

Troll: where have you been?

I was looking for you everywhere.

King of Fools: this what she says on Mondays.

One day luck, Fridays.

Thanks for reminding.

Did you see marker with “KF” on it?

Troll: what is kf?

King of Fools: what do you mean?

How many Kings of Fools are here?

Hopefully trolls are not setting us up again.

Troll: that’s Monday talk.

We can go and look for your gold.

King of Fools: before we go,

We stop at the store and get bananas.

They cheer us up.

 

 

 

 

King of Fools.

Troll: I brought the map.

King of Fools (looking at the map):

Its beautiful!

Crazy!

Wow!

You brought the whole thing!

Troll: we will try to work in the morning.

King of Fools: what's the point?

You work and its never get done.

Mama Mia (looking at the map): looks so different from our office.

King of Fools: every morning my woman wakes up and she is yawning.

And I am like “no!”

This is not how you treat a man.

She is fast only on Fridays.

“ Let's do it!”

This why we changed it here.

We are not looking at the clock every five minutes.

When we retire from this place,

Every of us will become singers.

Should I make her dinner or show I make her happy.

Okay, thank you very much

Troll: you cook many times?

King of Fools: only two.

Second time she didn't want to eat it.

I am learning.

(singing) me and missis Johnson.

Troll: who is missis Johnson?

King of Fools: you.

Think what the song is about.

Mama Mia: mister Troll,

What should we bring when we are going to look for the Fools gold?

Troll: only light gadgets.

 

 

 

King of Fools.

King of Fools: my woman is cooking chicken wings for days.

Mister Troll, watch out for red haired women.

And on Saturday I have a daily pass to any restaurant I want.

Troll: this is not my concern.

My concern is your missing map.

King of Fools: tell it to my ear.

One time.

Troll: what did you forget today?

King of Fools: my shoes.

The massage is always good.

Troll: you don't really work on the map.

King of Fools: I started working last night.

May be one hundred?

We play lottery.

Mama Mia: mister Troll, after lunch you will feel better.

Two more days until Friday.

On Friday you can leave home earlier.

Troll: we leave home earlier every day.

King of Fools: not in this place.

Only from the big door with exit sign on it.