And I say – drink! There is no escape from your milk, it’s in all buckets and basins even in the wash-stand – again milk It’s nothing, just wait till I’ll get another cow. And how we can wash? No problem! How? And you don’t get dirty. And actually, some wash up with the tongue. – Yes, and some it mice. -Ah!.. And if your cow were smarter, It would give not milk but fizz! Pepsi, for example, or, say, kvass. - And should I have you smarter, you’d got down to business long ago. - And I will, I’ll go hunting. -And don't you have pity for animals to shoot? I do But what if I got an instinct rising, and calling me widely to the forest?? Khe-he-he! And animals, but the way, they exist just to be hunted!. I’ll soon be back, I’ll shoot something delicious.. I wish Fyodor Man could see me! Move on, you, wretch of a spaniel! - So, what letter is this? -Karr. - And this one? -Karr - Now, karr-out this letter. - Kar-r-r! - And what about this? -Karr My life is absolutely cheerless, I live like a serf. - Why?! -Because! I have 4 party silk dresses, but have nowhere to wear them!. – Done! Right tomorrow we leave for a resort! What for do we need a resort. We have a great house in Prostokvashino. Just give it a though (knocks at his head) - Who’s there? Who’s come. -No one’s come. It’s our daddy’s gone crazy, he doesn't allow us going to resort. - Neither I want a resort, I want to go to Prostokvashino I will be all right with Matroskin and Sharik! - I grew you up, didn’t sleep at nights... And you... and you… In the suburban train. He goes right. He’ll be better in the village. He has no party dresses, does he.. - Get in, hunter, I’ll give you a lift. - Thank you, dear Pechkin.. - Well, hunter, are you good shooter? - Sure!. - And if I throw up my hat, will you hit it? - Well, through it up, nothing but holes will remain.. - So! It turns out not hunting, but fishing.. - Hey, silly, drop your gun and go up at once!! - I wish I could, but Matroskin will eat out my guts! The gun, it costs money, while my life does't!. That’s it. Take me for drown. Who’s there? - It’s me, postman Pechkin, I’ve brought an article about your boy. - We don’t need an article about a boy, anyway we have no boy. - Our boy lives in the city... – Who’s there?? – Karr, karr, it’s me. -Hurrah! – At last, my dear Fyodor Man has come! –Now we’ll get twice as much hay in stock for our cow. ! - Well, drop this hay. And where is Sharik? - Over there, he’s getting back from hunting, a hunter he is. I guess, carries his take. - Ugh... I’ve got nothing else to do but fishing dogs out of the river. - But I didn’t ask to fish me out! Maybe, I wasn’t drowning at all? I might be doing some underwater sport? Thank you for our Sharik. - Hard job is that Sharik of ours. A hunter he is.. No profit from you, just expenses. - What shall we do with him. He can’t do without hunting, he’ll pine out. Pine out. - Maybe, we’ll make him a draught dog? We’ll buy him a cart, he’ll take us with milk to the market.. We could earth up garden with him. Sharik, do you want us make you a draught dog? - Whatever you like, even stuffed dog. My life has no sense for me.. - No, I’ve got it! I’ll write a letter to mom and dad. asking for camera gun for Sharik. It will be hunting without killing animals . - Darling, let’s quit this resort of yours and go to Prostokvashino? Be patient, two party dresses I wore, two more Вот тебе текст
And I say – drink! There is no escape from your milk, it’s in all buckets and basins even in the wash-stand – again milk It’s nothing, just wait till I’ll get another cow. And how we can wash? No problem! How? And you don’t get dirty. And actually, some wash up with the tongue. – Yes, and some it mice. -Ah!.. And if your cow were smarter, It would give not milk but fizz! Pepsi, for example, or, say, kvass. - And should I have you smarter, you’d got down to business long ago. - And I will, I’ll go hunting. -And don't you have pity for animals to shoot? I do But what if I got an instinct rising, and calling me widely to the forest?? Khe-he-he! And animals, but the way, they exist just to be hunted!. I’ll soon be back, I’ll shoot something delicious.. I wish Fyodor Man could see me! Move on, you, wretch of a spaniel! - So, what letter is this? -Karr. - And this one? -Karr - Now, karr-out this letter. - Kar-r-r! - And what about this? -Karr My life is absolutely cheerless, I live like a serf. - Why?! -Because! I have 4 party silk dresses, but have nowhere to wear them!. – Done! Right tomorrow we leave for a resort! What for do we need a resort. We have a great house in Prostokvashino. Just give it a though (knocks at his head) - Who’s there? Who’s come. -No one’s come. It’s our daddy’s gone crazy, he doesn't allow us going to resort. - Neither I want a resort, I want to go to Prostokvashino I will be all right with Matroskin and Sharik! - I grew you up, didn’t sleep at nights... And you... and you… In the suburban train. He goes right. He’ll be better in the village. He has no party dresses, does he.. - Get in, hunter, I’ll give you a lift. - Thank you, dear Pechkin.. - Well, hunter, are you good shooter? - Sure!. - And if I throw up my hat, will you hit it? - Well, through it up, nothing but holes will remain.. - So! It turns out not hunting, but fishing.. - Hey, silly, drop your gun and go up at once!! - I wish I could, but Matroskin will eat out my guts! The gun, it costs money, while my life does't!. That’s it. Take me for drown. Who’s there? - It’s me, postman Pechkin, I’ve brought an article about your boy. - We don’t need an article about a boy, anyway we have no boy. - Our boy lives in the city... – Who’s there?? – Karr, karr, it’s me. -Hurrah! – At last, my dear Fyodor Man has come! –Now we’ll get twice as much hay in stock for our cow. ! - Well, drop this hay. And where is Sharik? - Over there, he’s getting back from hunting, a hunter he is. I guess, carries his take. - Ugh... I’ve got nothing else to do but fishing dogs out of the river. - But I didn’t ask to fish me out! Maybe, I wasn’t drowning at all? I might be doing some underwater sport? Thank you for our Sharik. - Hard job is that Sharik of ours. A hunter he is.. No profit from you, just expenses. - What shall we do with him. He can’t do without hunting, he’ll pine out. Pine out. - Maybe, we’ll make him a draught dog? We’ll buy him a cart, he’ll take us with milk to the market.. We could earth up garden with him. Sharik, do you want us make you a draught dog? - Whatever you like, even stuffed dog. My life has no sense for me.. - No, I’ve got it! I’ll write a letter to mom and dad. asking for camera gun for Sharik. It will be hunting without killing animals . - Darling, let’s quit this resort of yours and go to Prostokvashino? Be patient, two party dresses I wore, two more
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There is no escape from your milk,
it’s in all buckets and basins
even in the wash-stand – again milk
It’s nothing, just wait
till I’ll get another cow.
And how we can wash?
No problem!
How?
And you don’t get dirty. And actually,
some wash up with the tongue.
– Yes, and some it mice.
-Ah!..
And if your cow were smarter,
It would give not milk but fizz!
Pepsi, for example, or, say, kvass.
- And should I have you smarter,
you’d got down to business long ago.
- And I will, I’ll go hunting.
-And don't you have pity for animals to shoot?
I do
But what if I got an instinct rising,
and calling me widely to the forest??
Khe-he-he!
And animals, but the way,
they exist just to be hunted!.
I’ll soon be back,
I’ll shoot something delicious..
I wish Fyodor Man could see me!
Move on, you, wretch of a spaniel!
- So, what letter is this?
-Karr.
- And this one?
-Karr
- Now, karr-out this letter.
- Kar-r-r!
- And what about this?
-Karr
My life is absolutely cheerless,
I live like a serf.
- Why?!
-Because!
I have 4 party silk dresses,
but have nowhere to wear them!.
– Done! Right tomorrow
we leave for a resort!
What for do we need a resort.
We have a great house in Prostokvashino.
Just give it a though
(knocks at his head)
- Who’s there? Who’s come.
-No one’s come.
It’s our daddy’s gone crazy,
he doesn't allow us going to resort.
- Neither I want a resort,
I want to go to Prostokvashino
I will be all right
with Matroskin and Sharik!
- I grew you up, didn’t sleep at nights...
And you...
and you… In the suburban train.
He goes right. He’ll be better in the village.
He has no party dresses, does he..
- Get in, hunter, I’ll give you a lift.
- Thank you, dear Pechkin..
- Well, hunter, are you good shooter?
- Sure!.
- And if I throw up my hat, will you hit it?
- Well, through it up,
nothing but holes will remain..
- So! It turns out not hunting,
but fishing..
- Hey, silly, drop your gun
and go up at once!!
- I wish I could,
but Matroskin will eat out my guts!
The gun, it costs money,
while my life does't!.
That’s it. Take me for drown.
Who’s there?
- It’s me, postman Pechkin,
I’ve brought an article about your boy.
- We don’t need an article about a boy,
anyway we have no boy.
- Our boy lives in the city...
– Who’s there??
– Karr, karr, it’s me.
-Hurrah!
– At last,
my dear Fyodor Man has come!
–Now we’ll get twice as much hay
in stock for our cow. !
- Well, drop this hay.
And where is Sharik?
- Over there, he’s getting back
from hunting, a hunter he is.
I guess, carries his take.
- Ugh...
I’ve got nothing else to do
but fishing dogs out of the river.
- But I didn’t ask to fish me out!
Maybe, I wasn’t drowning at all?
I might be doing some underwater sport?
Thank you for our Sharik.
- Hard job is that Sharik of ours.
A hunter he is..
No profit from you, just expenses.
- What shall we do with him.
He can’t do without hunting, he’ll pine out.
Pine out.
- Maybe, we’ll make him a draught dog?
We’ll buy him a cart,
he’ll take us with milk to the market..
We could earth up garden with him.
Sharik, do you want us
make you a draught dog?
- Whatever you like, even stuffed dog.
My life has no sense for me..
- No, I’ve got it! I’ll write a letter
to mom and dad.
asking for camera gun for Sharik.
It will be hunting without killing animals .
- Darling, let’s quit this resort of yours
and go to Prostokvashino?
Be patient, two party dresses I wore,
two more