© Вадим Головченко, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0055-4411-7

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Concluding

Volle

No DID WOIIY, IQI troublesome such storyteller is

Took it to the level of my beloved, and the highest sort of

Thinking. This could be am explanation of why penned. Being

True such though. I never spoke a Wooing Wrong Word to her. And

She said it. In addition, we made it. In addition, we have done it.

Once again no one understood us, but I was there and I

Remember clearly that day, when once a funeral was broken by my

Cough. I laughed hard when I arrived home. Finally this b*

Almost there, in my hands crying. And not in the dearest of

Sense 5s.

Chapter 2

A request on my dinner

I saw there if nothing ever happened, between her and me.

She was taking from me by Surprises of my own though no one ever

Was as surprised as ne. We then often laughed about it, and no

One ever took it seriously. «I want a hamburger on that». Said I

To the waiter. We must take it seriously, she replied. I ate,

In addition, thought. A lot about my wisdom to what I nearly had done to

Ex=wife. I thought nothing could be possible. In addition, that was not

Completely true now.

Chapter 3

The end.

I was walking down the street, while my neigbouw was

Passing by. I asked whether she was a hobo or not. She replied

Kindly «not». I said, let us do it, if you know what it means. She

Surely was not right by giving me a surprise slap on the face. I No big worry, nor troublesome such story teller is

At her blink of an eye at the edge of a door. She left. A letter

Said leave me alone, and I left the letter and all the thoughts.

The Person was hopingly dead. The interest been done. Lives

Such. I respond to it life I would, life Ideal taught me. And

That would be another Intone, to another story of my life.

We sit, and we talk. Yet again, we discuss what happened.

She does not reply to me. In addition, I wonder why. Why is she that

Immortal. Why she is strong. Why she level. We go and say hello.

That is to be kind as usual. What I see is nothing between us. I

Hope we would be dead. Not by any chance, but by the circumstances

Of our story. We can then go and speak to each other in a very

Quiet atmosphere, where no one can listen to us. Except, for

Perhaps, a person, unknown, unusual and desperately funny to

Me. What if? Surely not! And that would be hell glance, to my

Raising question. Raised though,

– Who is he?

==He is not him. – would she reply.

= -Then why would he?

– I did not understand = = her being to me politely. I could

Guess she is not that me once again, and does not understand

What is going on? However, I hope she must take it sincerely and say:

What was that opinion about, that, of mine. She is silent. Just

As me. Not speaking, not loving, and only hating each other. The

Whole world too. In addition, in this total hatred of us, only one can

Say who is right, who is not. Who once deadened our love? And

No big worry, nor troublesome such story teller is

At her blink of an eye at the edge of a door. She left. A letter

Said leave me alone, and I left the letter and all the thoughts.

The Person was hopingly dead. The interest been done. Lives

Such. I respond to it life I would, life Ideal taught me. А

That would be another Intone, to another story of my life.

We sit, and we talk. Yet again, we discuss what happened.

She does not reply to me. In addition, I wonder why. Why is she that

Immortal. Why she is strong. Why she level. We go and say hello.

That is to be kind as usual. What I see is nothing between us. I

Hope we would be dead. Not by any chance, but by the circumstances

Of our story. We can then go and speak to each other in a very

Quiet atmosphere, where no one can listen to us. Except, for

Perhaps, a person, unknown, unusual and desperately funny to

Me. What if? Surely not! And that would be hell glance, to my

Raising question. Raised though,

– Who is he?

==He is not him. – would she reply.

= -Then why would he?

– I did not understand = = her being to me politely. I could

Guess she is not that me once again, and does not understand

What is going on? However, I hope she must take it sincerely and say:

What was that opinion about, that, of mine. She is silent. Just

As me. Not speaking, not loving, and only hating each other. The

Whole world too. In addition, in this total hatred of us, only one can

Say who is right, who is not. Who once deadened our love? And

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No big Wily, for troublesome such storyteller

Of kindness, I have taken all that needed to be a man. Of the

The one I thought well. My father taught me a lot. Mom, OF Memo

Was kind to me too. Though never said anything wrong of the

Elderly. I besides that is natural humanity professor teaching

Eloquent art to my students, or people, let us say it that way! I

Think of hope, I think of my best attitude towards sciences

And greatness of misery to the interning life that approaches my

Nearest future. Yes, I teach logics, as well. MY favorite

Subject. Hope and despair awaits. Of course. The rest does not

Bother me; as such, I do not speak off men wiser. Hoping

In addition, longing the distance call. My best is always the worst. My

Motto, speak any altitude and me. The best is kind to me, myself

In addition, I.

In an event I have been speaking of loudly as a person of true will,

My favorite was that, the point of not, my not was a big

Trouble, though such I cannot valiantly judge. At the best, my

Friend taught me, and at the best, I had had been discussed. I then hoped

Not to be taking to the biggest event of my life. I was left in a

Shining prosperity of my life, as a puppet. No one would ever

Tell how POOL I was! Even now of my grand defeat I

Never took it too long to leave. And this is certainly the

Crassness! I then reversed it onto the horse riding ghastly,

Angrily and inadequately stupid. It took me a journey to arrive

To the place, I am safe and comfortable. I do not hesitate to say

It was my home. The Sweet beloved waited for me to see. She was

 
Vadim Golovchenko
 
 
Not a Troublesome Story
 
 
By Napoleon Bonaparte
 

NOT A TROUBLE SOME STORY

Part I

Chapter I

A judgment’s day

First, she was irrestanebly funny. To what

Humorous is I don’t understand, but for god’s sake she was

Beautiful. She is not an interesting event of my life, though she

Is.:

I regret I have not met her before, I though still think

She is funny and entraining. My best view of that. I ITU set Say. I

Love it, and loved her. Exim was not interested much. My beauty

In this have taken my entire mind, of all kinds and S0Its of

Delicate thinking I was stupidly thought fun. Though great of

Virtue and talent, of the natural S0It, of course. I respect all

Kinds of humanity and treat them equally. I beloved the thought

Chapter One

Large American Adventure

Go out darkness

Today I woke up in nine morning. I strongly had ill

A head, after yesterdays had a drink with friends. I

Was not in itself, since it was reported me, that I

Itself wrong was there, and was a not «that fellow»,

Whether that. It was said me aloud oftentimes, but

You understand, being so drunk as though will

Begin badly to consider. It was simply «badly» for

Me, and nevertheless and I accepted it on the

Personal account. In fact, who they such, to dictate

Me who and what «good» I must be. There was

One girl, the young is satisfied is my colleague on

An office.

We worked – businesses were herein, on the

Same project and she me seemed to some not real.

This was the circle of my communication there. In

General, it sounds pretty queerly, but she always

Was very sincerer to me, but then, id EST last

Evening it became me her it is sorry, because she

Me seemed to very sad and boring. I did to her a

Small remark that looked as reproach, and then

Soon decided to drive to her in a joke. Know well

To support a beautiful, lonely woman. Alongside,

My wife stood not far.

And she heard it, and passed remark, critically

Enough. In my side. We went away, in general.

Then we began to find out the relations of

House, who was right and who no, all seemed

Ordinary, and it was very ill at ease me. She yelled

At me very long, and I did not survive and struck

She on face, so, simply blew over with indignation.

Kitchen fight, and maybe, here, me someone and

Will understand, I undertook, id EST caught a hand

About a kitchen knife, well and struck through to

Her in a breast

Thereon my vacations at liberty you will think

Close, the same, know, happy time. However, no. I went

From here a little rather.

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Deductions

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I met in an airport with a man in a form he looked

Like a gallant and polite man nescient what from

Me to wait such.

I was conducted by a stewardess to the

Airplane, at last. It was unusual. In addition, to me true

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