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head, will you? There she's sitting, with terrible roses on her dress.
Listen, she left me a letter to give to Samohvalov. I've just come across it incidentally.
Listen, I understand it's not polite to read other people's letters but I started reading and could not tear myself away from it.
Listen here: "Dear Ura! I couldn't decide whether to write it or not for a long time. Of course, you can't have the past back", blah-blah
Here:  "when women are around 40 years old, they often do silly things" - well, she might be in a better position to judge.
"I understand that you are not interested in this" Here: "after our meeting with you I realized that during all these years I've loved only you"
You see it! She's retiring soon but she's still like that.
It's just a sexual revolution! Have you heard of anything of the kind?
She must be crazy! But please, don't tell anything about it to anyone! That's it.
To be continued...OFFICE AFFAIR
Part 2
- How much are these carnations?
- That bouquet 4.50, and this 2.50.
- 2.50! No - 4.50! And keep the change.
- I cant do it. Here it is.
My heart is sair-I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for Somebody;
I could wake a winter night
For the sake o' Somebody.
O-hon! for Somebody!
O-hon! for Somebody!
I could range the world around,
For the sake o' Somebody.
I could range the world around.
Ye Powers that smile on virtuous love,
O, sweetly smile on Somebody!
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
O-hon! for Somebody!
O-hon! for Somebody!
I wad do-what wad I not?
For the sake o' Somebody.
I wad do-what wad I not?
- Let me in!
- Ask Novoseltsev to come to my office and bring the report.
- Novoseltsev, come to Ludmila Prokofievna's office with your report.
- Olenka, its very sweet of you but you should know better.
Our lifes settled already.
I do feel grateful and I appreciate your feelings
but I beg you not to torture either of us. You are a good girl.
- When a womans called a good girl it means shes an absolute fool, right?
- Thats too much. I wouldn't have it said.
- Youve become too polite, Ura.
- I didnt know it was a drawback.
- You dont have any drawbacks.
You have only virtues.
Ill write about your virtues in my next letter.
- Good morning. Is she in?
Whats the matter?
- Dont pay attention. It happens to me sometimes.
- Come in, take a seat. Lets have a look. Excellent.
You see, you can work well when you want it.
- But I do love my job.
I think that you cant live well without statistics. It would be a torture.
- You know, an interesting thing has happened.
When I came to work this morning I saw these flowers on my table.
- Really?
- I wonder whos brought them.
- Ive no idea.
- No?
- No.
- Isnt it a mystery?
- It is.
- I know! It must have been Shura.
- Which?
- Its a woman from Local Committee.
You know, Bublikov died first and then he did not die.
His namesake died but they called us. They mixed it up.
But the wreath had been bought already.
Nobody knows if hes going to die again but the flowers will wither.
Shura takes them out from Bublikov, I mean from the wreath for Bublikov,
arranges bouquets and gives to women. I myself gave her the idea.
- Alas, it wont work.
- What wont work?
- I was the first to come to the office and the flowers were here already.
The fact that Bublukov is alive wasnt known yet. So it wont work.
- It wont. So my ideas wrong.
- Im afraid yes. So who could have done it?
- Why are you looking at me like that?
Dyou suspect that its I whos brought this bunch?
- Why are you talking like that? Its not a bunch. Its a beautiful bouquet.
And I think that its you whos brought it.
But for some reason you dont have the courage to admit it.
- Its ridiculous. Why do you suspect me, such an honest person?
To bring flowers to you? What for?
- Do you think that I cant be given flowers?
- Yes. You can. But you need something for it that

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