Even a death would be better if you had slept well. Conditional clauses, mixed scheme with type III in subordinate part, unlikely unreal condition.
The annoying sun rays and phone bells. The only thing i have to keep calm is autotraining – i’m neither well-paid secretary no secretary at all, i’m neither… Damn my sociophobia.
- The IVZ department. Good morning. I’m listening to you.
Cheerful and exacting female voice.
- Hey, may I take the x-mas presents?
Damn my responsibility.
- …
- They must be there, some boxes, look around.
There are plenty of boxes there and all are full of surprises – acrid fixators, rusty pincets, dusty journals, pieces of flesh in the muddy pots.
- They may be, but they aren’t. And there is nobody to give you an absolutely reliable answer, i’m sorry.
- Hmmmff.
Next ring doesn’t permit me to do the third step away from phone.
- The IVZ department. Good morning. I’m listening to you.
The same female voice. She must have remembered something.
- Hey, where the vivisection is situated?
Actually it doesn’t matter. Wow, Vaugh.

A. wanted E. to let her go away. E. mumbled indistinctly, lifted his head, took her by the waist, and moved her across the table.
- Why couldn’t you just stand up and let her go?
- Hmmm, I’ve forgotten my boots in the next room.
- And?
- The sticking nail in the chair.
- And?
- If I had a boot, I could hammer it.
- You are speaking as though you’ve been drawing bryozoans for at least four hours.
- I’ve done, haven’t…
- Not just now.
Life is so short but worm is so long. So, Hatteeer, where are youuu?

The spring is coming, you know? If just finches are singing you can easily ignore it with help of completely artificial content of headphones, but if you meet the absolutely concrete frog on your way you’ll for sure find this situation being totally different. You are standing in the rain and wind, tracking numerous rivers current around the highway with your view, felling a cold wet smell, pricking your leg with a needle secretly to keep yourself in a respectful attention to the speaker with accepting his rebukes meekly. If you had used appellations for rhethoric purposes only and believed there were no reasons for people to prefer crying in public, you might have been me, Steven.