Draugs palūdza, lai es viņam angļu valodas mājasdarbam uzrakstu īsu kriminālstāstu. To arī paveicu. 30 minūšu laikā uzrakstīju iespējams sliktāko stāstu literatūras vēsturē. No sirds ceru, ka viņam palīdzēja.

It was a dark rainy night. Old sailor John was going home after leaving pub on the coast. John was dirty, ugly and very rude man that used to swear even without reason.     This night he drunk a bit too much of rum and could barely go back to his room in dirty streets of Bristol. He was singing "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" when he heard strange noise behind him. John turned around but there was nothing. "Cat!" he was thinking to himself. He kept moving on. Suddenly he understood that he is lost and again the strange noise appeared. John turned around and saw how the moonlight reflects on the steel blade and hate in somehow familiar eyes.That was the last thing old man saw in his life. Just few moments later the street was completely silent.   The next morning people found him dead. There were 2 small notes in his hand. One of them was black dot, other one read "You should not have touched my treasure John". 

 

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Laboja Styrnucis, labots 1x