Dagger hunting in a sheath. The dagger is lost, a sheath not from it... "Boys, help to disassemble a table, we will drink now
tea... Correctly! We will drink tea from a saucer and to sing national songs is there will be at us pure, sober, truly Russian life!"
On the river the axe from Neverov's island floats. And where you float, zhelezjaka herova?. "About, this bright solar world of
a chastooshka - abstract, as if painting of El Salvador Distances:" On a grief there is a tilt cart, curtains novenki. In it there
lives the intellectual, its affairs fuevenki!." Listen, what it at you for a manner it was formed - to use foul language at women?.
And it is such newest Moscow manner: to kiss at a meeting and to use foul language at women... And via women!. That is
how it? Well, when women use foul language... Simeon, Semka! And well give we will burst mum's, favourite: - Oh you garnyj
Semene, come sit down bilja mene, And cows in mene e, marry off mene, Semene! And cows in mene e, marry off mene,
Semene! - On shcho mene ti cows, a yak at tebe ryzhi brovy! And a yak here vizmu in one Lele, thaw that bude
Ah, Claudia Vladimirovna, our mother! It - pevunja was, eh!...
Yes! As you with it, happened, on two voices! And?.
- Oh you garnyj Semene, come sit down bilja mene, And casings in mene e, marry off mene, Semene! And casings in mene e,
marry off mene, Semene! - On shcho mene ti casings, a yak at tebe are long vuhi! And a yak here vizmu in one Lele, thaw
that bude poljubove!.....
And what pies of a scorching heat! Fritters what, with apricot jam!. Yes unless our, present, such can?. Where it! Not that
- Oh you garnyj Semene, come sit down bilja mene, Karbovantsi in mene e, marry off mene, Semene! - Karbovantsi in tebe
e?! Ah you the nice fellow mine!.
Have dispersed in three nights. At the house of Sema Mirlin has caught a taxi and has addressed to the driver with historical
voprosom: - Country houses ju tell az ze twist that ze Moskov of city? And Zheka with Tankoj, in expectation of the end of
negotiations, stood in obnimku with the Viscount and quietly deduced - with feeling of deep satisfaction:... When all of us
already lay on the panel, Aronchik all the same has crawled to Rozanelli And to it has whispered, from passion burning:
"About the Rose, or you will not be moeju?..." 2È time of the TWENTY FOURTH PROOF here has quite unexpectedly
come. At it, happened, and ached a bit pechenka - on caucasus once earlier so has seized that it not chajal live to remain, -
however all came to an end till now without serious consequences. Epson salt helped, burdens-pases, and still it has
adapted granulated sugar to guzzle during attacks.
Mum has told somehow: "Pechenka sweet loves", here it and took in usage, - as will take (after binge, after fat-fried, and
sometimes and simply so, without any certain and clearly visible reason), will take it, happened, so it all night long sits, having
been double up, reads something which are not demanding clear brains, drinks weak tea and zaedaet granulated sugar. By
the morning usually released, and it was possible to live further, adhering, whenever possible, to an any diet.
And now here has not released. And every other day has not released. Both through two. And in a week. Was ill not so that
very much strongly (on caucasus it was more terrible), but - continuously, persistently and somehow absolutely is hopeless.