– -Yes! I am Arol, like you!! – Sparrow barked, lowering his voice, octave by five and coughed from a controcta.
– — And what is it, coughing? – Orel Stasyan asked more calmly.
– Forgiven while flying. Peel, smoked, balle … – answered with antlers, dancing, sparrow.
– — Balel, you say? – the fluttering Predator scratched his chin with his second paw. – and what is so small??
– — Another parody!! Yeah?! – Without thinking, Stasyan answered, having completely entered the courage of artistry.
– — Hey, I was smeared again … – for the bald Eagle. – And what is so smelly? Phew, are you getting rotten? – Highlander wrinkled his beak. – so sweat
– — No way, oh my older brother! I just, uh … – the sparrow in response answered.
– — Pulled. – whispered the elder fly Honey, now the co-pilot. – Say that you pulled, I didn’t eat fresh, rotten shit…
just, eat a lot hotel.
– — I do not eat shit, moron. – Stasyan drove.
– — Who, is this whispering to you? – I heard and was indignant, the eagle was wary and looked around.
– — It’s me, the honey fly … – I wanted to introduce myself, the main and only fly in the pack, but the sparrow warned it with its beak, swaying from side to side, as, with the index finger, the children are forbidden to bring up.
– — What kind of flour is meth? What is your name? – asked the Eagle in surprise.
– -No. My name is Stasyan.
– — Stasyan?? Armenians or what?
– — And Honey is my intestines. – the beginning was a sparrow.
– — Yes, I have his intestines and my name is a fly Honey, the rest of the body is all flies – a man, and I – women – a stomach that has not digested what is needed because of young stupidity. – the elder fly was smeared and shut up.
– — Okay, we drove through… but what, a relative so small? – and the eagle spread its chest.
– — And I am… a different breed…
– — This is understandable, but what didn’t it grow?
– — I had a hard life: I was an irradiated orphan.
In general, all life, the sky did not flutter. – cried Stasyan.
– — What, dumped from the cell?
– — Worse, from the zoo, I get from Almaty, but I don’t know where. – Said Stasyan.
– — And you fly to Russia, they say that the economy is improving.
– — Why are you not flying yourself?
– -I AM?! No, I’m dead, wanted there.
– -Why?
– — Yes, there are deeds, Me, immediately, upon arrival, the oligarchs will catch me and close them for life in a cage or make a stuffed animal. Moreover, here I already had a family, a son. Well, goodbye, relative. – finished the Eagle and a stone, immediately collapsed down, where there was a moving spot on the ground. Apparently: jerboa or ground squirrel.
– — And where to fly and in which direction? the sparrow asked after him, but the eagle was already far away and could not hear him.
– — Strange, you didn’t notice under your nose, but saw something crawling on the ground.
Stasyan and his bio motors together watched the eagle. – — Well, Honey, where are we going?
– — Fly Honey, oh my lord!
– — Okay, honey fly, which way we fly.
– — Where the wind will blow, we’ll fly there, it’s easier. – suggested the leader of the swarm of adhering green flies.
And they flew through the steppes and forests, through villages and cities, stopping only on heaps of shit, to refuel the swarm and overnight.
Fortunately, the wind was fair, just in the direction of the Gulf Stream, and they, examining the land from a bird’s flight, already became indifferent to their desires; they fly to Russia or to Turkmenistan. So there was no current target, but the radioactive dependence of Stasyan’s bodies and flies, as they moved away from the source of the radiation medium, caused itching of the gastrointestinal tract and drowsy insomnia, but they suffered. They suffered, but suffered, because you won’t scratch the guts especially in the middle?! This is not an ass and not a head, where you reached out and scrub – you scrub, your mother, your skin… Kaif. But the gut when itching or the liver?! Tin!! And they tried to rush about, with their mouths open: either left or right; now back and forth; now down, then… but up – the itching subsided, as the solar radiation intensified, but you won’t stay in space for a long time. It is harder to breathe, oxygen is not enough, and the intestines freeze. In general, Stasyan decided to fly to where the earth glows with radionuclides and from such a height this glow appeared in the region of Ukraine, that is … … In general, Stasyan decided to fly to Chernobyl. A pig will always find dirt, and an irradiated one will find radiation. Instinct. And be sure to through Chelyabinsk, the region of the River Tech… So his inner voice prompted him. And this inner voice was called simply Language. And if the Language brought to Kiev hundreds, thousands, millions of travelers of mammals, it is so irradiated, winged and even more so.
And now he has already reached Chernobyl. And the closer he flew up, the more he blissed out from stopping the itching of the intestines… Lepota. And he did not stay in the Abay district, the Nuclear Test Site, as he wanted changes and innovations. He wanted to see the world, but to show himself, and now he sailed across the sky: now backwards, now sideways, now backwards, now head first, then feet. And suddenly he, like an eagle, saw in a dump, a pile with a hole, and his eyes gazed out of it. Stasyan hung in place upside down, perpendicular to the ground… And??!
apulase second
gallops
Bdschschschschschschschsch!!!! – the third reactor of the Atomic Chernobyl Electra station thundered in the last twentieth century or millennium. The people went mad and did “miracles.” People felt all the incidents of a nuclear explosion. But the Earth suffered the most or not?!. She sucked all the radiation into herself and became fattened. But that for someone is death, for others is birth and life. The Earth will not be any worse, there is green on it or it is black as tar, it’s for her, but for those who live?! … So there is no need to save Mother Earth and not what mother she is for us. We are parasites for her, not children… We need to save our own: We, the Russians, need to save our souls; The Germans, Chinese and other peoples of the earth need to save, of course, the Americans; but the Americans need to save their asses… To whom it is more expensive, more precisely, who has something that hurts, and who already has something, does not save, for example, a hand or a nose: they are the soul, and we are the ass?! But the fact that death is for someone is life to someone. And even though through the flour of mutation they become dependent on the environment. Both people from oxygen, and mutants, let’s call them that, depend on radionuclides. On the field of not-so-recent death, a new form of life was formed, unknown, which called itself the “Great Galupiya”. And the gallops also did not know their appearance in this world, like people about the creation of the same world from their point of understanding, only guesses and assumptions, and the great gallups adapted to live in burrows, like gophers or meadow dogs, whose labyrinths lived out, and above those mentioned from an instant overdose simply died. Nobody rescued them?! People are not all