Чехов А. П. - Размазня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The other day I invited my children to my office, Julia Vasilievna to my office. It was necessary to count.

- Sit down, Julia Vasilievna! I told her. - Let's count. You probably need money, and you are so ceremonial that you yourself do not ask ... Well, sir ... We agreed with you thirty rubles a month ...

- For forty ...

- No, thirty ... I have recorded ... I always paid governesses for thirty. Well, you lived for two months ...

- Two months and five days ...

- Exactly two months ... I have so written down. You should, then, is sixty rubles ... subtract nine Sundays ... You didn’t deal with Kolya on Sundays, but only walked ... Yes, three holidays ...

Julia Vasilievna flared up and wiped the turning, but ... not a word! ..

- Three holidays ... Down, therefore, twelve rubles ... Four days Kolya were sick and there were no classes ... You were engaged with Varya alone ... For three days you had your teeth, and my wife allowed you not to deal with After lunch ... twelve and seven - nineteen. Determining ... will remain ... um ... forty -one ruble ... right?

The left eye of Yulia Vasilievna blushed and filled with moisture. Her chin trembled. She coughed nervously, muttered, but - not a word! ..

- On New Year's Eve, you broke a tea cup with a saucer. Down with two rubles ... A cup is more expensive, it is family, but ... God with you! Where did ours not disappear? Then, sir, according to your oversight, Kolya climbed onto a tree and broke a frock coat ... Down with ten ... The maid also stole a boots with your oversight. You must watch everything. You get a salary. So, then, Down with five ... Tenth January tenth you took ten rubles from me ...

“I didn’t take it,” Julia Vasilievna whispered.

- But I have written down!

- Well, let ... good.

- Of the forty one, to subtract twenty -seven - fourteen will remain ...

Both eyes filled with tears ... sweat performed on a long pretty nose. Poor girl!

“I just took it once,” she said in a trembling voice. - I took three rubles from your wife ... I didn’t take it anymore ...

- Yes? Look, after all, but I have not been written down! Down with fourteen -three, there will be eleven ... Here you have your money, dear! Three ... three, three ... one and one ... Get it!

And I gave her eleven rubles ... She took and with trembling fingers put them in her pocket.

“Merci,” she whispered.

I jumped up and walked around the room. Anger seized me.

- Why Merci? I asked.

- For money...

“But I won you, damn it, robbed!” I stole the widom with you! Why Merci?

- In other places they did not give me at all ...

- Didn't they give it? And not wise! I joked at you, a cruel lesson gave you ... I will give you all your eighty! They are prepared in the envelope for you! But how can you be such a sour? Why don't you protest? Why are you silent? Is it possible not to be toothy in this world? Is it possible to be so smeared?

She smiled sourly, and I read on her face: "You can!"

I asked her for forgiveness for a cruel lesson and gave her, to her great surprise, all eighty. She blinked timidly and went out ... I looked after her and thought: it was easy to be strong in this world!