— Я читаю только специальную литературу. — Вы великий человек, сэр, не испорченный культурой.
How old I am? Two… Yeah, I think two. I’m sitting very close to the asphalt. Am I in a pram? Looks like it. It’s my bright orange pram. No, it’s not orange. It’s blue with green. Mom is pushing it. We are going to see Grandma and Grandpa, I think. At last we are near their home. The asphalt is very pretty – black, wet and sparkly under the street lamps' light. Something is shining on the pram's wheel. What is it? It's a candy wrapper stuck to the wheel.