"Rokossovsky and Coca-cola-kowsky," MrBiswas...
"Rokossovsky and Coca-cola-kowsky," MrBiswas said, a little annoyed
"Ugly? Vyacheslav MolotovDoes that sound ugly to you, Ma?"
"No, son
"Joseph Dugashvili," Owad said "That's the one I had in mind," Mr"Don't say you think _that_ pretty
Owad replied scathingly, "_I_ think so
The sisters smiled "Gawgle," Owad said, raising his chin (he was lying in bed) and making a strangulated noiseTulsi passed her hand from his chin to his Adam's apple "What was that?" Mr"The world's greatest comic writer
"It sounded like a gargleBiswas waited for discount hermes the applause, but Shama only looked warningly at him "You couldn't say that in Russia," Chinta said This led Owad from the beauty of Russian names to Russia itself"There is work for everyone and everyone must workIt is distinctly written in the Soviet Constitution -- Basdai, pass me that little book there -- that he who does not work shall not eat
"That is fair," Chinta said, taking the copy of the Soviet Constitution from Owad, opening it, looking at the title page, closing it, passing it on"Is exactly the sort of law we want in Trinidad
"He louis vuitton purses who does not work shall not eat," MrsTulsi repeated slowly "I just wish they could send some of _my_ people to Russia," Miss Blackie said, sucking her teeth, shaking her skirt and shifting in her chair to express the despair to which her people reduced herBiswas said, "How can he, who does not eat, work?"
Owad paid no attention"In Russia, you know, Ma" -- it was his habit to address many of his sentences to her -- "they grow cotton of different coloursRed and blue and green and white cotton
"Just growing like that?" Shama asked, making up for miu miu black bag MrBiswas's irreverence "Just growing like thatAnd you," Owad said, speaking to a widow who had been trying without success to grow an acre of rice at Shorthills, "you know the labour it is to plant riceBending down, up to your knees in muddy water, sun blazing, day in, day out
"The backache," the widow said, arching her back and putting her hand where she ached"You don't have to tell meJust planting that one acre, and I feel like going to hospital
"None of that in Russia," Owad said"No backache and bending downIn Russia, you know how they plant prada black bags rice?"
They shook their heads "Shoot it from an aeroplane
"From an aeroplane?" the rice-planting widow saidYou could plant your field in a few seconds
"Take care you don't miss," Mr "And you," Owad said to Sushila"You should really be a doctorYour bent is that way
"I've been telling her so," Mrs Sushila, who had had enough of nursing MrsTulsi, hated the smell of medicines and asked for nothing more than a quiet dry goods shop to support her old age, nevertheless agreed "In Russia you _would_ be a doctor
"Doctor like you?" Sushila big black bag asked
