Sometimes being an auditor is kind of fun. My Russian assignment for tomorrow is to write two short stories, one about a house, the other about a family. Story #1 goes, basically: I live in Ann Arbor, on the street called “South Circle.” My house is big and red. It has a large kitchen but small bedrooms. There are 10 trees in the yard. On Sunday, I raked leaves… And so on.
For story #2, I decided enough was enough with that boring crap: These are the Smiths, John and Mary, and their children, Robert and Susan. They are Americans, living in Moscow. “John Smith” is not a true name. “John Smith” is in the Mafia! John and Mary import narcotics from Siberia and send them to America. Yesterday, Susan took a trip to Siberia with her class. “Please,” John asked his daughter, “Carry this package to my Siberian friends…”
I hope the instructor appreciates it.