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POMÓŻ POPRAWIĆ TERAZ!Poprawiono

Text from gelios27 - English

  • The 12 chairs

  • Bezenchuk coffin maker stood next to a shabby building, leaning against the doorpost.
    • He had faced financial ruin frequently and abused alcohol utterly; consequently, his eyes were canary, like cat ones and twinkled darkly. –Greetings!
  • – exclaimed the coffin maker loudly.
  • – Good morning!
  • Hippolyte saluted him gently with his hat.
    • –How is your mother-in-law?- continued Bezenchuk Hippolyte just mumbled something inaudible, shrugged his shoulders and passed by.
  • – I just want to wish her a long life – said the coffin maker bitterly.
    • Then he again clasped his hands and leaned against the doorpost.
  • Three owners of a nearby funeral parlor stopped Hippolyte.
    • They asked him simultaneously about his mother-in-law health.
    • –She is fine, fine - answered Hippolyte crossly.
  • – What could have happened to her?
    • -Today she has seen a girl with blond hair in a dream.
  • The owners exchanged glances and sighed noisily.
    • These conversations delayed Hippolyte and he came to work 5 minutes late.

POMÓŻ POPRAWIĆ KAŻDE ZDANIE Z OSOBNA - English