— Hey, major lady, your laundry on a clothesline—this is a provocation. And it’s messing badly with my libido, — the clinky-tongued big-city know-it-all said, leaning against a low fence. He didn’t even try to disguise his sticky lustful gaze. — And your face is a reason for an arrest. And in general, this is a charm against impudent prosecutors! Spare me, — the sultry beauty hissed and expertly swung an ax, splitting a log into splinters. — And stop staring at my butt, Lomov!
— Oh! So we’re already on “you”? It’s not far from a wedding. — Dream on, Lomov! Besides, you said it yourself—trouble’s on you.
M-m-m-m Major Kotyonokchina… She’ll carry out an arrest, and chain you with handcuffs to her gorgeous body, and live in your fantasies. Dangerous woman!
He’s a bold, arrogant city inspector in an expensive suit, dropped right on my head. Rude, insolent, stubborn—And he also moved into the neighboring house! And, it seems, this is a war for love.