The emansipe s complaint

Calling to a friend in Kiev:
- Hello, Yana! Look, what a lack of joy!  Today I finally got money on my banking account. It is by international contract so two weeks it was walking somewhere through unknown transit accounts. I was stack already to wait! Well, I was nervous for two weeks but spent money along a half of an hour. I ordered by internet winter tires for my car and hallway furniture, also I invited the master to make the measurements for a new ceiling in a hallway. Totally is almost zero in a balance. No rest even for a beautician! Well, the thought warms that at last the corridor will be completed. This summer I killed one month of my life for its repairing. Finally, I created a new life aphorism: "Repair is an acute attack of masochism for your big money." A neighbor came to see and admired my new hall. Now she is dragooning her husband that they also need a renovation. I answered on her delights darkly: "Ira, this repair is minus two new fur coats." No, she did not understand me. Because she has in a perspective both: a fur coat and a repair. The main task for her is to force a husband.  I wrenched myself in sake of freedom ... Yana, why don’t you answer?

Oh, yes, I did not dial the number. And I will not do it. Because she is my nearest and dearest one. That is why I communicate with her very dosed: I try to strain her with my moaning once a month, not more.  She understands me. That is why she calls time by time herself when she feels that I need her. We love each other.