Viele Grüße von der sonnigen Schwar

Viele Grüße von der sonnigen Schwarzmeerküste. Wir sind gut angekommen. Das Wetter ist schön. Das Essen ist gut. Die Kantine ist unten im Hotel, und der Strand ist gleich neben dem Hotel.
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Und Mutter kann die Lockenwickler nicht zu Hause lassen, und Vaters Schlafanzug und Mutters Morgenrock und Mutters Hausschuhe mit den seidenen Quasten auch nicht. Vater ist der einzige, der im Anzug und mit Krawatte in der Kantine sitzt. Doch Mutter will's nicht anders. Das fertige Essen steht auf dem Tisch, dampft und dampft, und die Kellnerin ist wieder mal freundlich zu Vater, und das bestimmt nicht zufällig. Und Mutter welkt das Gesicht, Mutter tropft die Nase. Mutter schwillt eine Ader am Hals, Mutter fällt eine Haarsträhne in die Augen, Mutter zittert der Mund, Mutter senkt den Löffel tief in die Suppe hinein. Vater zuckt die Schultern, Vater schaut weiter auf die Kellnerin und vertropft die Suppe auf dem Weg zum Mund, spitzt dennoch die Lippen vor dem leeren Löffel und schlürft und steckt den Löffel bis zum Stiel in den Mund. Vater schwitzt auf der Stirn.
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Und schon hat der Kleine das Glas umgekippt. Das Wasser tropft durch Mutters Kleid zu Boden, schon hat er sich den Löffel in den Schuh gesteckt, schon hat er die Blumen aus der Vase zerpflückt und über den grünen Salat gestreut.

Results (English) 1:

Many greetings from the sunny Black Sea coast. We have arrived safely. The weather is nice. The food is good. The canteen is down in the hotel, and the beach is right next to the hotel.2And mother can not leave home without the curlers, and father's pajamas and mother's robe and mother's slippers with the silk tassels not. Father is the only one who sits in a suit and tie in the canteen. But mother unless wants it. The finished food is on the table, steams and steams, and the waitress is once again kind to father, and that must not be randomly determined. And mother wither away the face, mother dripping nose. Mother swells a vein on the neck, mother falls a lock of hair in the eyes, mother trembling mouth, mother deeply lowers the spoon in the soup inside. Father shrugs his shoulders, father looks the soup on the way to the mouth next to the waitress and ver tropft, still tips the lips before the empty spoon and slurps and pushes the spoon up the shaft into his mouth. Father sweat on the forehead.3And the kid has already tipped over the glass. The water drips through mother's dress to the floor, already he has set itself in the shoe the spoon, already he has plucked the flowers from the vase and sprinkled over the green salad.

Results (English) 2:

Many greetings from the sunny Black Sea coast. We have arrived safely. The weather is nice. The food is good. The canteen is downstairs in the hotel, and the beach is next to the hotel.
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And mother can not leave home without the curler, and father pajamas and dressing gown Mutters and Mutters slippers with silk tassels not. Father is the only one who sits in the suit and tie in the canteen. But mother wants it otherwise. The finished food is on the table, evaporated and evaporated, and the waitress is again kind to father, and not determined by chance. And Mother wilts face, nut dripping nose. Mother swells a vein in the neck, mother drops a strand of hair in her eyes, mother trembling mouth, Mother brings the spoon deep into the soup inside. Father shrugs, father looks further at the waitress and dripped the soup on the way to the mouth, nevertheless pointed lips before the empty spoon and slurps and puts the spoon to the stalk in his mouth. Father sweats on the forehead.
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And then the little one has upset the glass. The water drips through mother dress to the floor, now he has the spoon inserted into the shoe, he has already picked apart the flowers out of the vase and scattered over the green salad.

Results (English) 3:

greetings from the sunny coast of the black sea. we arrived. the weather is nice, the food is good. the canteen is downstairs in the hotel and the beach is right next to the hotel.2the curler and mother can not home, father and mother"s robe and pajamas and mother"s slippers with the silk tassels too. father is the only one in the suit and tie in the cafeteria sits. but mother don"t want to change. the finished food is on the table, is a is a, and the waitress is another kind to father, and certainly not by chance. and mother fades the face, mother put in the nose. mother is a vein on your neck, mother is a strand of hair in my eyes, mother is shaking the mouth, mother lowers the spoon deep into the soup inside. father shrugs shoulders, father look at the waitress and vertropft the soup to the mouth, is still the lips against the empty spoon and slurps and put the spoon to stick in your mouth. father sweat on the forehead.3and the little glass tipped over. the water dripping through the mother"s dress on the floor, he has already put the spoon in the shoe, he has already the flowers out of the vase, and turned on the green salad spread.