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Андрей AKA Andrew Nugged
Ладошки служат как архив программ для Palm OS и Poclet PC / Windows Mobile
и разрешённых книг с 15 окрября 2000 года.
Настоящее имя — Лазарь Иосифович Гинзбург. Советский писатель, автор сказки «Старик Хоттабыч» — вольного пересказа повести английского прозаика Ф. Энсти «Медный кувшин». По образованию экономист, закончил Институт народного хозяйства им. Плеханова, Экономический институт красной профессуры. Работал в журналах «Крокодил», «30 дней», др. С 1940 года — профессиональный писатель.
отрывок из произведения:
...Volka winced. When, oh when, would his mother stop calling him a child?
«Nonsense!» he could hear his father answer. «The boy's nearly thirteen. He might as well get up and help us pack. Before you know it, this child of yours will be using a razor.» How could he have forgotten about the packing!
Volka threw off the blankets and dressed hurriedly. How could he ever have forgotten such a day!
This was the day the Kostylkov family was moving to a different apartment in a new six-storey house. Most of their belongings had been packed the night before. Mother and Grandma had packed the dishes in a little tin tub that once, very long ago, they had bathed Volka in. His father had rolled up his sleeves and, with a mouthful of nails, just like a shoemaker, had spent the evening hammering down the lids on crates of books.
Then they had all argued as to the best place to put the things so as to have them handy when the truck arrived in the morning. Then they had their tea on an uncovered table-as on a march. Then they decided their heads would be clearer after a good night's sleep and they all went to bed.
In a word, there was just no explaining how he could have ever forgotten that this was the morning they, were moving to a new apartment.
The movers barged in before breakfast was quite over. The first thing they did was to open wide both halves of the door and ask in loud voices, «Well, can we begin?» «Yes, please do,» both Mother and Grandma answered and began to bustle about.
Volka marched downstairs, solemnly carrying the sofa pillows to the waiting truck...