the author cannot forget the day on which he had to say to Mr.Gessler that the last pair of boots creaked
Mr.Gessler, that last pair of boots creaked, you know
it shouldn't have creaked
*when do you want them
It did I'am afraid.
You god dem wed before dey found demselves*
*fortnight.if it was his elder brother he would reply "I will ask my Brudder*"*Brotherthe author would hear the tip tap of his slippers going up the stairs
Zend dem back'I will look at dem*
He looked at the author for some time as if expecting him to withdraw or qualify the statement, then he replied
Once the author went absent-mindedly into his shop in a pair of boots bought in an emergency at some large firm. He gave the order to Mr.Gessler who took his order without showing any leather and stared the boots what the author was wearing.
Dose are nod my boods *
*You got them wet before they found themselves.then he lowered his eyes, as if hunting for memory of his boots and the author felt sorry for he had mentioned this grave thing
I don't think so.
*Send them back,I will look at them.*Some boods*If I can do nothing with them I take them off your bill
are bad from birdt. If I can noding wid dem I take dem off your bill*
*Those are not my bootsthe tone was not of anger, nor of sorrow, not even of contempt, but there was something quiet that froze his blood