Hollow part 53 Apr11
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Hollow part 53

  1. I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH VERY WELL. I JUST WANT TO IMPROVE IT.
  2. I’M NOT A WRITER.
  3. IF YOU SAW A MISTAKE, LET ME KNOW.

 

 

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Are you really think that you are a master of your fate? What would you say, if I told you that you were wrong.

Akim, no longer young, but still good looking, rich man bought a new technology (machine that can cut many trees). He didn’t know that this simple decision not only will have an impact on his own life, but also change life of many others. There is also a girl. The girl, who want to discover who she really is and what is her role in this mess.

“What’s that?”

 

“Pralines.”

 

A woman, sitting behind a counter, snorted with contempt. “You could try a little harder.” She took a box and threw it to the pile of similar boxes and went back to her work.

 

“I had an appointment.” Said the man, rotating hat in the hands.

 

The woman raised her head.

 

 

“Really?”

 

He nodded, heavily gulping. The woman looked like a dragon guarding an entrance to the vault.

 

“And what’s your name, Mister?”

 

“Ford.”

 

The woman opened a notebook and her fingers and eyes moved through sheets.

 

“Ford, Ford, Ford…I don’t see.”

 

“That’s impossible! I was here one week ago and I made arrangement with you, Mrs.”

 

“Director is not here.” She answered sharply.

 

“He is not here?” He repeated.

 

“That I said…Here you are.” She gave him a piece of paper.

 

“Why do I need this?!” He asked surprised.

 

“Please write what business you got to director and then throw it to this hole in the wall.”

 

The man took the paper, giving a sign that he understand and leaning against counter started writing.

 

“But not here! Here you are taking a daylight for me!”

 

“So where?” He asked, looking around for a seat.

 

“Are you writing a book, Mister? You can lean over the wall. Comfort you have at home. Here people work!”

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In the room upstairs gramophone replied melody. Brown shoes were swirled in the rhythm with Offenbach’s “Infernal Galop”. The dancer was so deep in music that he didn’t hear knock on the door.

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