Читать книгу The Ball. Volume#1. “Kuluangwa” - Michael Ouzikov - Страница 2

«Misha! Mi-i-i-isha! Mi-i-i-isha! Come down and play football with us! Come on – you sleepy head!»

«Hey! You bo-o-o-oys, get away from my car! Do not lean against the car, you rascals! Step aw-a-a-ay from my-y-y ca-a-a-ar!»

«What are you yelling at the boys for, Rudolf Samuilovich!? Who needs your shitty kopeyka1?» The matriarch then turned her attention to the persistent boy in the courtyard below her balcony, «Hey Sasha, Misha is sleeping! He went fishing early in the morning with his father. They returned late. Go kick around without him. Come back after lunch, maybe he’ll be up by then. Or why won’t you play tomorrow – you’re on holiday anyway!»

«Okay, Aunt Rita!»

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«Boys, get away from my car!»