"Mammad!" Dadaş roared, his hands trembling. "My grandfather’s samovar! What did you do?"
Dadaş took a deep breath, trying to remember the lessons of the play he loved so much. He closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Hicran tamaşası... don't be a Dadaş today." Hicran Tamasasi HirslЙ™nmЙ™ Basa Sal
He took the tape from Mammad. "Go get the tea leaves, Mammad. We will drink tea from a samovar with a blue handle. Just... don't explain anything else today." "Mammad
Mammad jumped, nearly knocking over the rest of the tea set. "Now, Dadaş, (don't get angry, let me explain)!" He closed his eyes and muttered to himself,
Based on this classic Azerbaijani comedy, here is a story that captures the spirit of that phrase: The Secret of the Samovar
Mammad beamed, reaching into his pocket. "With this!" He pulled out a roll of bright blue electrical tape.
