User:Buzjwa

''Pushing a milk-stained, rancid baby carriage before them, squat buttocks waddled past, one arm from somewhere dragging two reeling children, each bouncing against the other and against their mother like tops, flagging and whipped. A boy ran in front of the carriage. It rzmmed them.'' '' "Ow! Kencha see wea yuh goin?" He rubbed his ankle.''  "Snott nuzz! Oll--balt a frosk, Oll--give!" '' "Aaa! Buzjwa!"

- From Henry Roth's novel, Call It Sleep (p. 223)

"Make believe w'at I had a nickel," another rapt voice announced, "so I'll go to Kaplan's on Evenyeh C and I'll buy a tousan' rubbuh ben's an' make a bounceh - a real high bounceh-" ''"A lod ain' good." Izzy interrupted with authority. "I know somebody, he made a bounceh - bigger'n dis." His two palms slid through the gratings about a foot apart. "Mor'n' a zillion rubbuh ben's he had on id, and id wouldn't even go high like dis cellah. So he made five liddle ones, an' duh liddle ones bounced ten flaws w'en he ga'm a good shod."'' "Ten Flaws?" "Yea!" ''"Buzjwa!" they chorused.''

- From Henry Roth's novel, Call It Sleep (p. 272)