Meet Peter, Vicky, Kate, Alena, Alex, Costa, Rita, and, of course, Mama and Papa. And also Mafia the turtle, Schwartz the rat and his family, guinea pigs, Japanese mice, pigeons, three stray dogs, … The big happy family on Vine Street, their neighbours, friends, and relatives…
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Dmitrii Emets. Mutiny of the Little Sweeties
Chapter One. It All Begins
Chapter Two. Papa Searches for a House
Chapter Three. No. 6 Vine Street
Chapter Four. The Flying Shoe
Chapter Five. A Bedtime Story
Chapter Six. Rita’s Terrible Secret
Chapter Seven. Beasts of Mine
Chapter Eight. The Deepest Pit in the World
Chapter Nine. Liubov and Pigeons
Chapter Ten. Museum Fans
Chapter Eleven. Rita Joins the Puppy Rank
Chapter Twelve “Soon Summer Will End, Soon the End of Summer…”
Chapter Thirteen. Uncle Blahblah
Chapter Fourteen. How Peter Lost a Billion to Rita
Chapter Fifteen. The Arrival of the Meddling Aunt
Chapter Sixteen. Rita Reconciles the Old Women
Chapter Seventeen. The Heart and a Drill
Chapter Eighteen. Hurrah! Noise!
Chapter Nineteen. A Photo Keepsake
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In the city of Moscow in a two-bedroom apartment lived the Gavrilov family. The family consisted of a father, a mother, and seven children.
Papa’s name was Nicholas. He wrote fiction and was afraid to even step briefly away from the computer so that the small children would not type any extraneous characters into the text. Nevertheless, characters were still okay. It was much worse when the children managed to delete a piece of text accidentally, and Papa discovered it only a month later, when he started to edit the book.
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Mama wandered anxiously around the house and counted the beds. This turned out to be simple; there was only one bed. There was also a huge decrepit sofa. If you tapped on it even just slightly, a cloud of dust would rise to the ceiling. Costa discovered this first when he hit the sofa with his sword. On noticing this, Alex approached it, and Rita after Alex, then all three began to bang on it with passion.
Peter watched the childish fun for some time from the height of his wisdom, and then also wanted to move onto the sofa. Better yet, to run, jump, and flop on it from the maximum possible height. “Well, break it up, pip-squeaks!” he ordered offhandedly.
