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She. Best raining? Whan is it mean?
He. Most raining.
She. It is not raining.
He. You just luky. They say «at Munster always raining or ring bell. If at Munster ring bell and raining, so it is Sanday.
She. Is it church you talk me about?
He. Yes. Do you see it? Three hanging cages under the roof. They hangs this poor unabaptises here. And they sitting in cage above sun and rain before they die and they became to sceletons.
She. Why they not get away this cages.
He. May be waiting for another unabaptizes.
She. It is not funny.
He. You rigth. I am sorry. Here is your Hotel.
She. This is not my hotel.
He. Really? You sad Munster hotel. This is Munster Hotel
She. This is «Muvenpik hotel».
He. O. It is. It is not my fault. It is you with your dead anabaptizes comfused me.
She. Am I? Are you kiddin? I am leaving.
He. Wait! I khow where is your hotel. I have help you. I am sorry. My behavour was really stupid. It is just my broken English. I fill my awkwardness, and I traing to be funny.
She. Please, don’t try so hard any more! Just consentrate and say me: where is my hotel?
He. There! Not. There. There, may be.
She. You have no idea where is my hotel?
He. A-A-A. Yes.
She. Okey. Where is your hotel? We can go there and call the cab.
He. I don’t know where is it.
She. What we will do now?
He. Just walking, I suppose. Sunrise is come in.
She. Okey. Go.
Pause.
He. I think…
She. Please, stop talking. I am tired from your funny jokes.
He. It is not joke. Its…
She. Shut up!
He. Okey. Jupiter, you hangry… o, you angry, so you not right.
She. Sut the fuck up!
Pause.
She. Okey. What do you want tell me. I hope it will be important information.
He. I don’t know, important it is or not, but I think… What if this night is just my dream.
She. What?
He. Don’t interrupt me, please. What if now I am sleeping at my bed at Moscow and see you, my imagery love.
She. I am not your imagery love, you, idiot!
He. Prove this.
She. What?
He. If you is not my dream, prove this.
She. How?
He. Kiss me. If you is my dream, I will wake up. Is always happened when I see my imagery love.
She. Okey. But if you will not wake up, You kill youself.
He. Kleopatras condition. I agry, my qween.
She. No. I will not kissing you. It was joke. I traing to be funny, like you.
He. How disappointed.
She. I am not sorry.
He. Do you see it?
She. What is this? You find my hotel?
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