Kavkaz and a bell.
-But you're claiming on... Well, If you can play then why didn't
you play at amateur talent groups of our institute? Excuse me,
Violinist, but it's elementary KU!
End of part 1.
Part 2.
Short CHATLAN-PATSAK dictionary.
KATSE - match
TSAK - bell for nose
ETSIH - box for prisoners
ETSELOPP - agent of official
PEPELATS - starship
GRAVITSAPPA - component of engine of PEPELATS
-KYU - allowed curse in society
KU - all another words
-Hello!
-How-d'ye-do.
-We didn't meet you so long!
-Bye!
-Heigh! Second! We have a suggestion.
-What?
-What?
-What are we thinking about you? Chut? Come into our minds.
-Why do you accost us? What do you need? Do you have a conscience?
-And do you have?
-We are poor, hapless, hungry artists! What did we do badly for
you? Why do you course us?
-Give me your affair... Attune it...
-Here you are. Let's go.
-One, two, three.
-Mama, Mama, what shall I do? KU.
Mama, Mama, How shall I live? YYYYYY!
Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, YYYY.
-I don't have a warm coat,
I don't have warm clothes.
-Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, YYYY.
Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, YYYY.
-YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
-Shut up. You don't have an audition.
-Mama, Mama, what shall I do? KU.
Mama, Mama, How shall I live? YYYYYY!
Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, Y-KU, YYYY.
-KU! KU!
-Uncle Vova, Let's repeat!
-They like it...
-They understand.
-One, two...
-ETSELOPP!!!
-KU!
-KU!
-Artists! Where is our hut?
-PEPELATS?
-Yes.
-There...
-LUTS is finished.
-What with you, contagion.
-Violinist! What are you doing? Larrikin.
-Hear, don't disturb me! Eh?
-Dear, It's a last expiration, tomb... cemetery.
-Mate! And you said that you had "2nd rank".
-He's a braggart.
-It's a dirty game. You win using my brains.
-If you would have brains, you would study in diplomatic
institute and you wouldn't deject us.
-Let's play again? You put on the violin, wallet & teeth brush...
-And this!
-OK?
-OK! You out on the affair, visator & life base of Mister Uef.
-I allow.
-Let's play!
-Uncle Vova, you need screw the TSAPA, the TSAPA.
-Take it! Do it yourself!
-It's not allowed for me. I'm CHATLAN.
-Go away! As for advising, everybody is CHATLAN, as for working...
-Children mate.
-It's a dirty game. You specially badly thought my moving!
-You need to think by your brain.
-How can he thin by his brains, if he see the dummies at first
time?
-It doesn't matter for me. Part with my gain.
-Aha... (it means no)
-Uef, did you see somewhere, that so small PATSAK was so
mercantile KU?
-Never. I said, that Violinist was needless. This is result.
-Heigh! Chief!
-And you told me TSAPA!
-And does nobody sing in the cages on Earth? Eh?
-Mister Bi, On Earth the animals sit in the cages only.
-Are animals CHATLANs?
-I don't know. It seems alike in more cases...
-Is "nightingale" a PATSAK?
-Why is "nightingale" a PATSAK?
-You said, that it (he-Russian) sang out side of a cage.
-Well, It means that it's a PATSAK.
-A-a-a! You see!
-You have the same real racism as here on PLYUK, but
domination is not occupied by CHATLANs, but it's occupied by
PATSAKs, as you & your friend "nightingale".
-Let's do it me...
-Here you are. 4 drinks.
-Water is for the youngest.
-You owe 6042 match boxes. Violinist, write it.
-I've already written.
-Do you want?
-No.
-It's free.
-Eh! E-e-eh! What are you doing? As for me? As for me?
As for me? As for me? As for me?
-I'll give you 10 match boxes more. Buy water for you...
-Kin-Dza-Dza!..
-It's a launch!
-It's nor a launch. It's a LUTS station.
-Let's draw petrol there!
-No, it's not allowed.
-There is an automaton here. But there is a woman in next one.
If we'll appear then she'll make discount for us. Clear?
-Stop to sugar, uncle Vova.
-Well, Let's go, go, dear... Heave ho...
-If sea was here then why are the cherry-stone absent?
-Do you still have seas on Earth?
-We have and seas, and rivers, and fair people,