(This is the first part of a short story I wrote called "Elephant" translated English-German-Russian-French-English). It almost makes more sense this way.)

" It is the elephant, " I spoke.

It pleated on me the forehead, and hit the hair of the eyes. Now it was more elder, we two props, but I could say still that gesture on the 20-year-old boy, and as he looked at me by wish. " As the elephant can be in the garden there? " He spoke.

But I knew that it was the elephant, I saw the footprints of the foot. Early in the morning I creeped of the home, which we divided. It was easy not to leave the door of the screen, for me, is easily closed remember, when I wanted to assure so that I do not awaken it. I was in habit to take the cup of coffee outside in the garden, and I would think under the carrot suchlike the " round carrot " and the salad there I should be pommée and землÑ?никами and tries to remind of me, why we planted so a lot. We were never ready to have the children, it was everything for us. And my coffee would have lost interest and grow bitterly, and