Teapot stood on the table and let couples friendly, inviting to table. The raspberry flavor stood across the room, pleasantly enveloping and drawing. At the table sat the sage and drink this divine drink. Where the old man took raspberry tea in the mountains, I'll never know.
If you're waiting for the table, you already got it when we first got to me.
And really, the magic aroma of raspberry tea, introduced me into a stupor. I was standing there, buried on the doorstep, not even closing the door behind me. Correcting this mistake, I hurried to the table.
Where did you get that tea from? I don't see any raspberries in the mountains.
Wife brewed. Where it gets raspberry leaves, unknown to me, entirely at its own discretion.
Are you married?!
I nearly choked on my tea when I heard. In the house of the sage I was more than 6 days, and no one but him ever saw. Yes and house have him a small, one guest room, where is located I, the second living room, where sleeping he and where we now drink tea.
What's so amazing about that? Women's beings beautiful and strange. It's like a river that we all aspire to on a long journey. And the one who is waiting for us. And there where she awaits and there is our house.
Sage depicted as greedily biting into a Cup of tea and wants to drink it all in one gulp, and then makes a cautious SIP and puts the Cup on the table.
What river? Your divine tea I drink for five days, and only now I know what your wife is preparing. Don't joke with me where she's been hiding all this time?
She's here now.
The old man said, drinking from a Cup of. In this moment I observed, that he winked at me. Or someone behind my back.
Don't turn too hard, or you can see her. And you're hardly ready for that.
Sage nodded in side my a Cup of. I turned around. You have a terrible interest, and at the same time a little scary. You never know what a wife can be. Especially considering his comment. Packaging... But behind no one not was.
Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You have to see your face.
The wanderer looked at the sage, or rather to the place where he drank tea, but it was empty. He came up and gently drank his Cup of tea. Then he closed his eyes.
The house was empty.