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One pearlescent time of year morning, Ivan Kroutikhin went rather mad.

He was a tiny, balding, senior man, next to hunched shoulders.

After a headlong breakfast, he patted the bread crumbs off his accepted tatty suit and shuffled towards the movable barrier.

"Stop!" said his wife, Ira. "You forgot the junk. It's malodorous up the undivided lodging."

"I'd prefer not to. It will put together my cause odor."

His robust, large, blond adult female flew into a ferociousness and slammed the movable barrier bringing up the rear him.

"Don't locomote back, you ingrate," she loud from the top saga porthole. "I'll do everything myself from now on!"

Walking to work, his single friend, Leo, approached him and asked for a slender loan to tide him all over for the period.

Ivan winced as the tall, sweet man breathed spiked haze in his external body part.

"I'd like not to. It will aim I'll have to do without repast once again."

"See if I speak to you again, you insensitive imp," goddamn Leo and stalked distant.

At work, after he had alert down his bureau and began his book-keeping task, his boss, Alexander Korjev, a serious big solanaceous vegetable of a man next to a sound same a fog-horn came in, swore at him for incompetence, and showed him how he had entered any info in the record poorly the erstwhile day.

"Fix this right now," he loud.

"I'd prefer not to," said Ivan.

"What! What did you say to me? How DARE you utter to me like this...you, you...pipsqueak!"

"You heard me correctly," aforesaid Ivan. "I said, I'd like not to. In fact, I'd like not to sweat for a man who treats me like a swindle."

Shuffling to his feet, Ivan walked toward the door, departure the seething, coloured man agaze at his pay for.

On the bus, the burly man near the deep-chested achromatic outer garment and a adenoidal frontage approaching Lenin said, "Excuse me, sir. But for the final ten age I have never seen you smiling before or even aspect up from your shoes, can you put in the picture me why you are laughing like an idiot today?"

"It's because I'm having the most select day of my go."

"Rubbish," aforesaid the man. "In these times, it's not workable."

"Listen," same Ivan, a minute of influence in his voice (which even amazed him):
"You, too, will have the highest day of your life span once you cognise that the grant is yours, and it's an amazing journey, and you unsocial are judicious for the prize of it."

The bus force to a stop a few traffic jam until that time the Kremlin. The man got up, next of a sudden wrong-side-out to Ivan and force out a handful of rubles from his big overgarment and started wadding them into Ivan's breast small bag.

"What are you doing," cried Ivan, alarmed. "Have you gone pretty mad?"

"Yes," said the man, laughing. "I'm paying my social control to you apt now."

"Wait! " aforesaid Ivan rapidly as the man started walking distant. Rising from his seat, he followed the recluse off the bus.

"How should we begin?" asked his new friend, wiping the bodily function of hilarity from his persuasion.

"I'm not sure," aforesaid Ivan, wiping his own tears. "It's such a prodigious escapade."

The first-rate day of your vivacity is the day you wish your being is your own.