Іть будь ласка з перекладом m: oh, julie, hello! i'm so glad to see you, dear. i miss you so much. would you like a cup of tea? i've just baked a very delicious apple-tart and you always had a sweet j: no, thanks. i've already had breakfast at the macdonalds. i had a big mac, chips and a cup of coffee with cakes. you see, i've been having meals at a cafe since last wednesday. m: but why? you hired a cook not so long ago, as far as i remember has she fallen ill? j: oh no, she's ok. the fact is that she's no longer my cook. samuel gave her the sack last wednesday. m: you don’t say so! how dared he? j: well, we had a he said he was not satisfied with her work. he couldn't eat what she cooked. all her dishes were too chilly, some of them were even disgusting, to his mind. so he had stomachaches. he said, he wasn't going to pay so much for "personal style in cooking" only, as he couldn't afford it m: oh, my poor girl. what a pity! what a selfish and callous man your husband is! how dares he worry about his own stomach pay no and attention to his wife's needs and wishes? you remember, my dear, l was always against your i always told you he wasn't rich j: oh, mum, pachita was so experienced, she worked at the vice president's of course, her dishes were a bit too chilly her beefsteaks were often overdone or underdone. her soup was not always thick enough and her vanilla cake was sometimes bitter. but, for god's sake, mum, she had her own style in cooking. used to invite guests; i made dinner- and what am supposed to do now, without a cook? has samuel ever worried about all that? no, he is not interested in my problems. he cares about his money, he's constantly economising, that greedy "scrooge macduck"! m: my poor little girl! how can i help you? j: oh i really don't know, mum. samuel says he's going to find another cook himself and he doesn't care a bit about her recommendations and if don't like her "style'', i'll have to cook myself as the majority of wives do! can you imagine me cooking, mum? me, juliet oldridge in the kitchen! never! i'd rather have meals at a cafe. m: don't be so nervous. just help yourself to the apple-tart, my girl. i'll go and talk to samuel. i'll explain him that you can't cook yourself you never did! maybe, he invite pachita back to your house. j: have to cook. i'll another hire him let i'll have to i'm afraid, compromise. m: you are right, julie. we must admit that it's much better for you to have a cook, than to cook yourself halfa loaf is better than no bread at all.
