- Что за дядя? , -спросила жена, -

- Что 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 двадцать лет живет в Лондоне, и ни разу не выезжал оттуда из-за своего здоровья.
Потом разные писатели начали дарить мне свои книги из любви и уважения ко мне. Однажды я пришел домой с книгой, которую мне подарил Золя. Жена стояла перед зеркалом - на ней было новое платье.
- Ты купила платье? - спросил я.
- Нет, - ответила она, - мне его подарил твой друг.
- Какой друг? - закричал я.
- Тот, который подарил тебе столько книг - Чарльз Диккинс.
Теперь мне стало ясно, почему последнее время у нас были такие плохие обеды.

Результаты (английский) 1:

-What is the meaning of Uncle? , asked his wife, "Why I am not familiar with it?
Poor, dear Uncle-I answered-it gives me the book ever since I learned to read. He has twenty years living in London, and never went out because of his health.
Then different writers began to give me their books of love and respect me. One day I came home with a book, which I gave to Zola. My wife stood in front of the mirror-it had a new dress.
-You bought the dress? I asked.
-No, she said, it gave me your friend.
-A friend? -cried I.
-the one that gave you so many books-Charles Dikkins.
Now it has become clear to me why the last time we had such a bad lunch.

Результаты (английский) 2:

- What's the uncle? , 'Asked wife - Why am I not familiar with it?
- Poor, dear uncle, - I said - It gives me the books since I learned to read. He has twenty years of living in London, and he never went there because of his health.
then different writers have started to give me his book of love and respect for me. One day I came home with a book, which I gave Zola. Wife stood before the mirror - it was a new dress.
- You bought the dress? - I asked.
- No, - she said - I gave it to your friend.
- Which one? - I cried.
- The one that gave you so many books - Charles Dickins.
now became clear to me why lately we've had such a bad lunch.

Результаты (английский) 3:

- That the uncle? , -Asked his wife, - why don't i with him are not familiar with?
- Poor, but I'm an uncle, - I responded - he gives me books since, as I have learned how to read. He was already twenty years living in London,And had never travelled from there because of his health.
Then different writers began to give me their books from love and respect for me. One day, I came home with the book, which I donated Zola.Wife faced the mirror - it was a new dress.
- You bought a dress? - I asked.
- No, - answered it, - I am his donated your friend.
- What friend? - I cried.
- The one that gave you so much books - Charles Диккинс.
Now it became clear to me why the last time we had such bad meals.