Chat between three patients in hospital unit by unknow autor traslated by Ann Wood
Three are lying ... two with a heart attack, one with a stroke. A conversation binds ... one with a heart attack asks the other:"You, why?"
"Well, what am I to say - warehousekeeper, I just shoved some goods, the tax is coming, and here you are - a heart attack ...
"How you doing?" - he asks in turn.
"Well, what am I to say ... the chief of staff, so I prepared a container for the collection ... and the customs officers came - and the infarct.
Silence ... they look inquiringly at the one with the stroke, and he explains:
"I'm a grave ... a coffin a week ago, but a luxury, a bar, a golden ring, a necklace and 32 gold teeth ..."
- Well, what?
"I was, I just lost my dream - so golden cheek! One day, the second day ... at the third I decided ... I dig the grave, open the lid, and the one inside grinning with 32 golden teeth and yelling at me:
- Inspector Filev, NRA! Control funeral!
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-03-14 at 00:34
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