"My good neighbor, my good friend! Please, please, please eat.
"Dear neighbor, I have eaten to the throat."
"That's all right, and a little more, to tell you: it's really the most delicious fish soup!"
"I've had three."
"Why, what are you doing with it? Try to eat it as long as you like it. What a delicious soup it
is! It tastes delicious: it floats with a thick layer of oil as if it were amber. My dear friend,
let's have a nice drink of bream, offal, and sturgeon. Have another spoonful, my wife, and come
out to entertain the guests!
Jamie young, a neighbour, did everything he could to make his neighbour forka eat and drink without
rest or pause, but forka had been sweating like a hail stone, but he took over a plate of soup,
concentrating on his last effort and drinking up the fish.'I like such a friend!
"Cried jamie young." I can't stand that arrogance.
Our poor foka, though fond of fish soup, had no choice but to grab his belt and his hat with both
hands and hurry home deliriously -- and from that moment his feet were no longer at jamie young's
door.
Writer, if you are really talented, you will be happy, but if you are not good at keeping silent
in time, and you do not care for the hearing of your relatives and friends, then you should know
that no matter your prose or poetry, it will be worse than jamie young's fish soup.