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December 27.

A day in a cold room and no work at all is surely a dismal day.

Lenic is definitely a guy you can rub along.

Linguistic niceties are certainly an esoteric shoptalk.

The 20-meters long queue of empty pails waiting for their turn to get filled up by a small-finger-thick dribble of water from any of the Three Taps is clearly a somber view.

The folk marauding the grounds of the CPSU Block and taking home the coils of barber-wire left behind by the pulled out Soviet troops are far and away constructive-minded people.

At home the gas-heater was expiring its last sighs.

The mother-in-law ordered construction of an ojakh in the yard.

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She started cooking on the open fire in the newly erected ojakh in the yard.

I retired to our one-but-spacey-room flat to lick the wounds in my male pride pricked by her excessive instructions.

Sometimes her aspirations to have her finger in every pie on earth do exasperate me.
I closely control myself, no doubt, but she is too shrewd not to smell a rat.

Actually, I am vexed not so much by her as by this here situation.
My gravest objective is not to let her feel or suppose herself to be an outlet for my irritation.
Therefore, to take it out on her would mean crashing myself in a direst catastrophe.

After a missile attack, I helped Sahtik to take the kids over to Underground. She also took the oil oil lamp there.

Half an hour later the electricity appeared! All the folk got back together.

A very pleasant family evening evolved.

It's ten-to-ten in the evening.
Ahshaut is sleeping in his cot.
The mother-in-law and Roozahna are in Underground.

Sahtik stays home knitting.

I am freshly washed in the tub and utterly hurt by the fact that watching TV (the popular quiz 'The Field of Miracles') was preferred to my most natural suggestion.

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