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Thief
Sergey Makhotin
I got sick. My mom took a day off. Dad lost his End of the Year Report and got fired. No one was in a rush. Even grandma. We were slowly eating breakfast. In the end, the thief wasn't very lucky he picked our apartment.
Somebody quietly unlocked the door.
"Tricky!" complemented dad. "You can tell that he is professional."
Mom said, "I hope he looks in the attic. We have so much stuff there!"
"And take out the trash," added grandma, side looking at me.
In a minute the thief peeked in the kitchen. He was very surprised to see so many people. His face saddened. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"Why didn't you take anything?" said mom and shook her head.
"Really... there was nothing that looked interesting," said the thief.
"Such a great job unlocking the door!" complemented dad. "Can you look in my briefcase? I lost the keys and cannot open it."
The thief took dad's briefcase and stabbed the pin into the lock. The briefcase opened.
"The zipper on Vadik's jacket is stuck," mom suddenly remembered.
The thief took my jacket and fixed the zipper.
The grandma got excited. "Our refrigerator is very noisy. Even the neighbors complain."
The thief fumbled his hand behind the refrigerator, turned something, and the fridge got quiet.
"Here is your cup," said grandma. "Sit down, please, and drink some tea. Here are buns with cabbage. Do you like them?"
"Yes, I do," nodded the thief. "But can you not look at me while I am stealing the buns?"
"Why do you need to steal them?" we said surprised. "Just take them."
"I think I can't do it without stealing," shyly said the thief.
He pulled his hand to the buns. His hand shivered. We sat breathlessly. The thief closed his eyes and took a bun. We clapped.
"I fif it!" said the thief while chewing the bun.
"I found it!" screamed dad, finding his End of the Year Report in the briefcase.
"It is not sore anymore!" I screamed, touching my throat.
I recovered. My dad got re-hired. The thief now sells buns with cabbage near the metro. The buns are not quite the same as grandma makes, but edible. I tried it.
Sergey Makhotin
I got sick. My mom took a day off. Dad lost his End of the Year Report and got fired. No one was in a rush. Even grandma. We were slowly eating breakfast. In the end, the thief wasn't very lucky he picked our apartment.
Somebody quietly unlocked the door.
"Tricky!" complemented dad. "You can tell that he is professional."
Mom said, "I hope he looks in the attic. We have so much stuff there!"
"And take out the trash," added grandma, side looking at me.
In a minute the thief peeked in the kitchen. He was very surprised to see so many people. His face saddened. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"Why didn't you take anything?" said mom and shook her head.
"Really... there was nothing that looked interesting," said the thief.
"Such a great job unlocking the door!" complemented dad. "Can you look in my briefcase? I lost the keys and cannot open it."
The thief took dad's briefcase and stabbed the pin into the lock. The briefcase opened.
"The zipper on Vadik's jacket is stuck," mom suddenly remembered.
The thief took my jacket and fixed the zipper.
The grandma got excited. "Our refrigerator is very noisy. Even the neighbors complain."
The thief fumbled his hand behind the refrigerator, turned something, and the fridge got quiet.
"Here is your cup," said grandma. "Sit down, please, and drink some tea. Here are buns with cabbage. Do you like them?"
"Yes, I do," nodded the thief. "But can you not look at me while I am stealing the buns?"
"Why do you need to steal them?" we said surprised. "Just take them."
"I think I can't do it without stealing," shyly said the thief.
He pulled his hand to the buns. His hand shivered. We sat breathlessly. The thief closed his eyes and took a bun. We clapped.
"I fif it!" said the thief while chewing the bun.
"I found it!" screamed dad, finding his End of the Year Report in the briefcase.
"It is not sore anymore!" I screamed, touching my throat.
I recovered. My dad got re-hired. The thief now sells buns with cabbage near the metro. The buns are not quite the same as grandma makes, but edible. I tried it.
