TRADING IN AIR
There’s an island in Katerynoslav where the tired inhabitants used to go on public holidays to soak up the sun and warm their sides…
They went and went… And no one minded… There’s as much sunshine as you like, and fresh air too…
And then...
Some wretches decided to cash in on this.
They set up a table, put a person behind the table and took a hryvenyk from anyone who wanted to soak up the sun.
A workman asked:
“And if I haven’t got a hryvenyk?”
Our answer is:
‘Then you won’t be able to warm your sides…’
Come to Kharkiv – they don’t sell these commodities here yet…
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Who needs this?
Whose brainchild was it?
And they devised a sneaky method too… You don’t pay for lying in the sun, but for walking through the park…
