Eastern European businessmen use funny verses to exchange views.
The Great Prayer for Rain and Bountiful Crops began with full power on 8th April 1990 in a pub at a table. The whole capital of the cartel – basic, turnover and reserve one, in digits and in words $100 – was invested to gain the God’s goodwill. Lily, Pencho, Gencho and their friend of D. clinked glasses for a future success of the new enterprise. After such a future’s deal from the cartel’s capital didn’t remain anything. So bankrupted the Willow Company which Pencho and Gencho later called Weeping Willow Company because Lily went away with their friend, perhaps to the seaside, to spend his money sweetly.
Here bring us the chronics back again into the pub Under the Willow to both our friends to give us the final chord of this drama.
“A vineyard doesn’t want prayer but care. This is another proverb. In some nice novels conscientious businessmen shoot themselves after a bankruptcy. Very dramatically, isn’t it? You haven’t decided to blow out your brain with a gun, have you? No, I think, no. Then, why are you so sour? May be because:
Yesterday got Gencho drunk,
Sour is he today.
Now is he drinking beer?
His debt he can’t pay.”
Gencho answered philosophizing that in verse, too: “Rubbish again. Listen to me carefully:
A cartel is a serious deal
But not for people like you and me.
We begin very boldly
But it doesn’t last very long.”
He kept silent for a while then raised glass: “Cheers! Ars longa, vita brevis. Art is eternal, life is short.”
“I just wonder how many people in the world excuse their laziness with their love to art.”
“I am a poet.”
“Many good-for-nothings affirm that. Listen, I have a new idea.”
“Oh, no, not again! From your ideas I usually become a hang-over on the next day. What kind of a company shall we establish this time? A Dog Is Barking Against the Moon Company, to be clear what’s it about, or what?”
“No, we shall dig a swimming pool, shall pour enough salt water into it and shall bread pearl shells in the pool.”
“Shall, shall… And you’ll be diving to tickle the shells to be formed the pearls. A nice position in the company. You know, there must be an irritant a pearl to be formed.”
“Gencho, Gencho, do you know how much money can we earn this way? Go, ask your parents for some money again and I’ll ask my parents for some, too. If they give us some money, we are starting tomorrow.”
Both Eastern European businessmen spread the newspaper on the table, took out a pen and began to draw and calculate on it a new business strategy. They were already rich in their imaginations, and happy.
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