Per would always scrub his bread cabinet squeaky-clean every day, and he'd boast about his loaves every time he met someone. He'd often shove a couple slices my way in exchange for some words of praise about how great it was that his fortune was 'trickling down,' but I knew that he didn't want me to disgust his customers by standing in front of the store.
Пер каждый день скреб свою хлебную витрину до блеска и хвастался своими буханками при каждой встрече. Он частенько совал мне пару ломтиков в обмен на похвалу о том, как его богатство «просачивается вниз», но я знал: он просто не хотел, чтобы я отпугивал клиентов, торча у магазина.