Испалец в колесе (сборник на русском и английском)

Benjaman Distasteful

Benjamin halted his grave flow of speach and lug off a cigarf he knew where peeky boon! He wretched overy and berlin all the tootsdes.

«It were all nok a limpcheese then a work ferce bottle. Ai warp a grale regrowth on, withy boorly replenishamatsaty troop, and harlas a wedreally to fight. We're save King of pampices when all the worm here me aid.» I inadvertabably an unobtrusive neyber had looke round and seen a lot of goings off, you know how they are. Anywart, I say get a battlyard pussload, ye scrurry navvy, I beseige of all my bogglephart, way with his kind farleny and grevey cawlers. But Benjaman was a rather man for all I cared. I eyed he looking, «Ben» I cried «You are rather man.» He looked at me hardly with a brown trowel. «I know' he said, 'but I do a steady thirsty.» I were overwhelped with heem grate knowaldge, you darn't offer mead and monk with all these nobody, I thought. A man like he shall haff all the bodgy poodles in his hands. «Curse ye baldy butters, and Ai think its a pritty poreshow when somebottle of my statue has to place yongslave on my deposite.»

«Why — why?» I cribble all tawdry in my best sydneys.

To this day I'll never know.