В прошлом году я поссорился с женой

В прошлом году я поссорился с женой. Она говорила, что я слишком много денег трачу на книги. Я понял, что она права, и пообещал, что больше этого делать не буду.
Однако, когда я шёл на работа, я увидел очень интересную книгу в киоске.
'На этой неделе я ещё ничего не покупал'-, подумал я. -'если я напишу на этой книге:'за участие в любительском спектакле, то жена ничего не скажет.
Так ты участвовал в любительском спектакле?- удивилась жена. - почему я тебя не видела?
Я держал на плечах балкон для ромео и Джульетты,- ответил я.
На следующей книге я написал: с любовью и наилучшими пожеланиями, твой любящий дядя Джорджа.
Что это за дядя?- спросила жена.- почему я с ним не знакома?
Бедный, милый дядя- ответил я - он дарит мне книги с тех пор, как я научился читать. Он уже 20 лет живёт в Глазго и ни разу не выезжал оттудаиз-за своего здоровья.
Потом разные писатели начади дарить мне свои книги из любви и уважения ко мне. Однажды я пришёл домой с книгой, которую подарил мне Золя. Жена стояла перед зеркалом. На ней было новое платье.
Ты купила платье?- спросил я.
Нет. - ответила она.- мне подарил его твой друг.
Какой друг?- закричал я и
Тот который подарил тебе столько книг. Чарльз Диккенс.
Теперь мне ясно, почему последнее время у нас были такие плохие обеды.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Last year I had quarreled with his wife. She said that I spend too much money on books. I realized that she's right, and promised that more won't do that. However, when I went to work, I saw a very interesting book at the kiosk. ' This week I have bought nothing ', I thought.-' if I write on this Book: ' for participation in amateur play, the wife will not say anything. So you participated in an amateur play?-surprised wife. -Why am I not seen you?I kept on the shoulders of the balcony of Romeo and Juliet, "I replied. The next book I wrote with love and best wishes, your loving Uncle George. What is this Uncle? "asked the wife.-why I am not familiar with him? Poor, dear Uncle-I answered-it gives me a book since I learned to read. It's already 20 years live in Glasgow and have never left ottudaiz due to his health. Then different writers began to give me their books from love and respect me. One day I came home with a book that gave me a Zola. My wife stood in front of a mirror. It had a new dress. Have you bought the dress? "-I asked. No. She said. "I gave him your friend. What kind of friend?-I cried andThe one that gave you so many books. Charles Dickens. Now I understand why last time we had such a bad lunch.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Last year I had quarreled with his wife. She said that I spend too much money on books. I realized that she was right, and promised that more will not do that.
However, when I went to work, I saw a very interesting book at the kiosk.
"I still do not pokupal'- this week, I thought. -'esli I write this book: 'for participating in amateur theatricals, the wife did not say anything.
So you took part in an amateur performance - surprised his wife?. - Why I did not see you?
I was holding on to the shoulders of a balcony of Romeo and Juliet, - I replied.
The next book I wrote. With love and best wishes, your loving uncle George
? What kind of uncle - zhena.- asked why I not know him?
Poor, dear dyadya- I said - it gives me a book since I learned to read. He has 20 years of living in Glasgow and never went ottudaiz of his health.
Then different writers nachadi give me your book out of love and respect for me. One day I came home with a book that gave me a Zola. His wife was standing in front of a mirror. She was wearing a new dress.
You bought a dress? - I asked.
No. - She replied I gave it to your friend.
What friend - I cried, and
He who gave you so many books. Charles Dickens.
Now I understand why the last time we had such a bad lunch.

Результаты (английский) 3:

last year, i had a fight with my wife. she said i was too much money to spend on books. i realized that she was right, and i promised that i won"t do that.however, when i was walking to work, i saw a very interesting book in the kiosk."this week because i haven"t bought", i thought. "if i write in the book:" participation in amateur play, the wife will say nothing.you participated in an amateur? - got a wife. why i didn"t see you?i kept on the shoulders of balcony of romeo and juliet, "i said.in the next book i wrote, with love and best wishes, your loving uncle george.what is this uncle? жена. asked why i don"t know him?poor, dear uncle, i said - he gives me a book since i learned to read. he has 20 years in glasgow and never left оттудаиз - for his health.then different writers начади give me your books out of love and respect for me. one day, i came home with a book that gave me zola. his wife stood in front of the mirror. she was wearing a new dress.you buy the dress? - i asked.no. replied the она. - i gave it to your friend.what kind of friend? - i yelledthe one who gave you so many books. charles dickens.now i understand why last time we had such bad dinners.