I was quarelling with my wife the whole year. She told me that I spent too much money for books. I understood that she was right and I promised that it will not repeat again. Wahtever I were seeing very intersting book at the store when I went to work. I thought, "I need it! If I will write something like: ''For taking part in amateur perfomance" on this book, my wife told nothing.
''So, You took part in perfomance. Why didn't I see you?". - my wife was surprised. "I kept the balcony for Romeo and Juliet on my shoulders". - I replied.
I wrote: "With love and best wishes, Your loving uncle Ted", on the next book. My wife asked me, "Who is this uncle?" "My uncle, my sweet uncle... He gives books to me since I learned to read. He lives in London for twenty years already. He cant leaves city because he ill". - I answered.
Next times different writers started give to me theirs books because they loved andrespected me.
One day I came with book from Zalian. My wife was standing in front of a mirror and she was dressed in new dress. "Did you buy dress?". - I asked. To which she replied, "No, your friend given it to me". "Which one?". - I screamed. She replied, "That friend who presented too much books to you. His name is Charles Dikkins".
Now I understand why we had so bad dinners las times.