Supai wa dokoni iruka : wakariyasui bouchou no hanashi

Supai : supai wa doko nimo iru

Tsuuzoku bouchou dokuhon : fu supai hiwa

Supai o boushiseyo : bouchou no kokoroe

Tsuuzoku bouchou dokuhon : kokumin hikkei fu supai hiwa

Wakariyasui kokumin roumu techou no hanashi

Wakariyasui chishitsu no ohanashi

Wakariyasui roudou kumiaihou no hanashi

Zenkoku ni anyakusuru supai abaku : bouchou senshi to nare

Kokusai renmei kaigi wa dokoni kichakusuruka

Keizai shintaisei no hanashi

Shouchou ka bouchou ka : jitai bouchoujin no namanamashiki kekkan o tsuki kore ga gutaiteki taisaku no jissen o keihatsusu

Zaikai wa dokoe yuku : warera wa dousureba yoika

Suguni wakaru mugisaku zoushuu no hanashi

Yukinayamu 5shou kaigi saitou naikaku no futouitsu : gaikou kokubou zaisei no sanmi ittai wa dokoni dakyou o miidasuka

Yūzā intāfēsu dezain ni okeru wakariyasusa no kenkyuu : batchi shorigata kiki sousa o daizai to shite

越谷市のざいせい状況〈令和3年度上半期〉 : ほどよい街に暮らす、“私のささやかなしあわせ”14話

TRIVIAL THINGS 9: －Where to, master? is it by the hour or by the journey? -－Rue St.Honore. －What number? －I've told you Rue St.Honore: －What number? －I don'tknow! －Oh well sorry! it's by the hour!..

[THE EATERS OF HORSEFLESH 10]: 1st SCHOLAR: － I'm beginning to be tired of horse-meat... they haven't yet thought of eating dog... what if we try it?... 2nd SCHOLAR: － Why, well!... it's an idea, but let's talk more quietly so he has no suspicions

SKETCHES OF SUMMER 7: －Mister Prudhomme..., I'm drowning!... －Very well!... madam, I am going to collect... －My person..., oh! thank you... －No, madam..., not being able to swim at all, I am going to collect your last will and testament... I can do no more!..

PARISIAN TYPES 45: －I'm the greatest enemy of factions. －No politics, Pa Rangoutot! －I'm not talking about them, I wish they'd ban sentry duty because mine's coming up

FISH-CULTURE 6: － Do you see my two trout? － No... not very well. － There... on the left... next to my salmon － That's odd... I cam't even make out the salmon,... it's perhaps owing to the fact that this opera-glass is poor

WHEN YOU'RE UNLUCKY 4: Take no notice sir... it's yer beer I'm servin' yer!..

NEWS 7: － It seems I spy over there a little dog which isn't muzzled!... － Fear nothing, Mr. Robichon; if it approaches, I'll throw my sniff-box in its eyes!

TRIVIAL THINGS 10: You; my friend! how did you know I'm a widower; after twenty years of hard lab...[our]... no to setting up house: you see I'm beginning to recover myself and you're suggesting to me a second marriage...Ragoulot, will you let go of me!