FLASH
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One fine day, Babua called me a "positive asset", great job on the diversion, I thought, I started the party and the party...
A series of events have occurred as the author of "The Chronicle" thought to rest his ribs, worn out by numerous battles, to give himself up to silence like a reclusive monk in his solitude. Events are heavy enough to bring the blame to the master!
One fine day, Babua called me a "positive asset." Great job on the diversion, I thought, and I started the party!
With that authority, I ordered Vengu to bring me coffee every day, to make me feel good, I spat on him and told him to drink black tea or I'll rip off his ear, I'm avenging him! To Delina, to make me pancakes and sake because they're cold on the street, to cover them with a cloth!
I only scolded Niko lightly that during his two-month absence, they stole Kostaqi's sofas, chairs, and two bottles of honey that he kept to sweeten his mouth. In the office, only the books were left, because they cause allergies in the Assembly! I ordered him not to leave his son standing, in the hands of Genc Gjonçaj, the fiddler, because I will take both of you with a hammer! No, Niko said, "Thank God I will make the new furniture with my own hands, because there is a good and cheap carpenter in Korça!"
I took a big hit from Sypetr Malaj's head, and he said, "Behave well, I fired you." You're a bit of a fool and a fool!
I threatened Gonxha with my hand, imitating being beaten, but he shrugged his shoulders to tell me, "What's wrong, brother?"
I told you that being beaten is as good as bread for being as bad as you are, and you took Margarit's place and dug a grave in the mud!
I told my mother not to break Nallba's heart, not with Rutte's slyness, not with the one where Fidani was holding the umbrella, because trouble awaits you! I left the task to Antoneta to make me a cake with my name on it and bring it to me from Fieri, because sweets calm my nerves!
The aunt who blessed us would have been taken from our days because we didn't know that she would have brought us freedom on December 8, 1990, but since she said it with her mouth, we believe it and we continue to do so.
We greet him with a big hurrah.
Klosi slaughtered a ram and a lamb for his birthday.
He turned 62 years old and turned one hundred.
They brought a caravan of small goods from Mallakastra!
One of them had his head chopped off on the table because he was making too much noise!
On one side, Buçkua held him by the legs, on the other, Antoneta by the horns, because he had been a great troublemaker and troublemaker.
Sofiani let out an exclamation of surprise at the tools, oh mother, oh mother, how beautiful the Pharaoh had them, like Gonxha on his feet, it's a shame to mutilate such jewels, who knows what he did to the herd.
He gathered his party comrades in the middle of the January frost, but the bread became a lump in their throats, a mess, a disaster!
The mess full of troubles at the head of the table was all groaning as this went on – why doesn't it fall, let us take something too, let its ministers leave, let us divide it!
The windows were closed with boards crossed from behind.
The fear of the virus, lest Gysi appear to be a coward, would have killed him!
"Oh, the devil has a heavy hand," said Ulësia.
A noise was heard!
Come, come, come, they said, go, go, the lights groaned a voice and went under the tables, traumatized.
Tony's shoulder is sticking out because he's gained weight and enjoys eating.
"Sit down, sit down, hide, take it, hide, hide, hide," they shouted as he tried to take a lamb's liver.
After the danger passed, Niko took up the mandolin in a trio with Damon and Çuçi to sing "at the age of love when I turned 20," but his damp voice did not shine.
Here and there the floor was wet.
Gone are the days when Mamica and Mimi di Puccini would take it and give it back with clarity and force, making the flesh tingle and the body hairs stand up like spears.
Babua had made the fish a pair of those good cards so that the nights wouldn't seem so long because of the crying!
"Chronicle" after this introduction returns to current events, to today's session!
Gaz Bardhi, the storekeeper of files and information, a certain Field without passing, looked with amusement at one another, ready to unleash fire and tar! Taos' ears were scorched! One of ours got upset and demanded punishment, it seems you are sorry Tao!
Oh Rrapi, Rrapii… Rrapi more called out to Braçe Klos who was talking about the success of a sport unheard of in these parts!
A red-haired deputy next door was blushing even at this disruption of socialist unity!
Zeniqeja was always thought of as a poet of the highest order!
Arkendi was taking notes to study, annoyed that Toni was silent and lacking some knowledge! Kiduina was surrounded by a philosophical wonder!
Jorushi was quite happy after the success of the Protest!
Saimir Koreshi is also a skilled painter, not just a clown! He had painted a portrait of Maznik on horseback like Napoleon! Erjon Malaj listened intently to Ogi and from time to time he was amazed!
Salianji Virani called me after a long time, praised the whole world as he knows how, because he never said a bad word! Mejtova, so gentle and blessed as he is, would have become a priest and we would call him Father Salianji!
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