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Neuračunljiv Iliti Ne može mu se verovati

Čovek slika portrete u staklu.
Ima I licencu za to dobijenu od Cenzurata za stakloresce.
Dok slika potrebna mu je svetlost, te se igra sa lusterom.
Luster puca I seče ga po rukama..
Čovek odlazi u bolnicu gde ga previjaju uz sumnjičave poglede.
-Ma zar je baš to tako bilo?
-Jeste li depresivni u zadnje vreme?
-Zašto ne biste porazgovarali sa našim ekspertom Staklarevićem?
Čovek se pravdao, ali mu nisu verovali.
Dok su ga previjali, lekari su razmenjivali zabrinute poglede.
Dok su ga previjali, čuo se prigušeni kikot medicinskih sestara.
Čovek je kopnio, jer su ga proglasili neuračunljivim.
Otvorili su mu zdravstveni karton I oduzeli dozvolu za rad.
Zavrsio je kao monah u nekom od modernih manastira.
Incompetent or He Cannot Be Trusted
A man paints portraits in glass.
He owns the license for that given by censorship organization for glass cutters
While he paints, he needs a light, So he plays with the chandelier.
The Chandelier shoots and cuts him by hand
A man goes to the hospital where his arm gets rebandaged, with suspicious glances…
-Is it really so?
-Are you depressed lately?
-Why don’t you talk with our expert Staklarević?
He explained the situation but he was not believed.
While they writhed his hand, doctors have looked at each other with worried glances.
While he was writhed, he heard a muffled titter of nurses.
The man was collapsing, because they declared him insane.
They opened his medical records and took away his license.
He ended up as a monk in one of the modern monasteries.
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