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“Good appetite, friends!”
The personages lift their heads and wave, smiling. Mama
runs suspiciously into the bathroom: “Who were you
talking to?”
Jacob doesn’t answer.
“Ah-ah, these are again in your mind! Oh you! Naughty,
why don’t you go away, let the boy eat!” Mama waves her
fists very close to the long, pointed nose of Mephistopheles.
Desert, having smoked a pipe of tar, replies, “Most
respected, first, check and see if the coffee hasn’t boiled
over!” And mama, waving the towel, dashes off to the
kitchen.
“Thanks, friends! I can depend on you. But now, wait, I’ll
eat quickly and then come back! All right?”
The personages wave. And Jacob flutters off to the snotty
guests.
“Wait, Jakey! First russell and only then, torte.” Mama
waves a wooden spoon.
“Oh you eternity!”
“What? What?” mama asks.