My brother Alex wanted a copy of 'War and Peace' by an Old Russian author Tolstoy, so he went to a famous bookshop in Swards Road and asked for it.
The shop assistant looked puzzled. 'You should try the foreign book department,' she said. 'But it's a novel, and I want it in English,' Alex replied. 'Oh, novels are on the first floor,' she said.
Eventually Alex found the novels, and after some time he discovered a copy of 'War and Peace'. 'I'd like to buy this, please,' he said to an assistant in a yellow jumper. She took it from him and gave him a receipt. 'Pay at the cash desk,' she said pointing towards the far corner of the shop.
Alex waited for ten minutes in a small queue, then he paid and the girl at the cash desk stamped his receipt and gave it back to him. He gave it to the girl in the yellow jumper. She glanced at it and handed him a parcel. 'Thank you,' he said. 'Thank you,' she replied. When Alex got home, he opened his parcel. It contained a book about roses.
Now, what is love?