– -That blind, STE Lee, ne see I’m alive!!
– -Come from?
– -Eat. Hey. – growled the grandfather. – Yeah?!
Fat middle-aged waiter looked at old Givi raised her eyebrows up.
– -Dai mne barbeque, yeah?! Of such healthy meat, healthy sheep which was. The clean knife cut… Healthy barbecue. – bulging left eye, and squinting the right, lifted a little finger Givi.
the waiter flew. And then began the shelling of the roof. All were visitors and kapeshnica scattered. The old Givi one persistently waiting for the order. A stray bullet hit his cap and threw it on the floor. Givi did not move under the roots Budenovsky mustache. A moment later, it, cafe Manali Russian soldiers.
We took the wine and wineskins kebabs raw and fried. The money was not needed. Typing all need edible we give away. Givi waited.
Noticing that the soldiers were gone, visitors and kapeshnica come out of their corners and began each to their duties, picking out from under the languages of bullets and spitting out fragments of teeth on the floor.
The fat waiter is already carrying the skewers to a long-awaited. Put the tray in front of the nose Givi and stood in front of a fat son of a local kingpin nicknamed -“Hey, yeah?!”. Grandfather Givi eagerly grabbed a kebab and teeth from yellow metal, clung to the Central piece of grilled meat. The waiter azhno jumped in the ass, take turns throwing knees. Givi pulled out the skewer again. The meat just stretched. Drew off, Baring his teeth two. Skewer slipped and hlestanuli old in the face, leaving fatty streaks on the cheeks and a ring of roasted tomatoes on the tip of the snub-nosed, Caucasian ethnicity, nose. Pulled the third time and the old hands began to tremble. And…
– -What is this for meat, rubber, Wai?! – exploded Givi dear Jean.
– -Hey, otec, Wi, hotel health sheep in the mountains he grass pinched! The fresh air smelled, Yeah?! and lived one hundred and twelve years.
Givi nervously threw the kebab on the table.
– -Hey, yeah, this joke I knew you when, with his father in the project were, yeah?! – stood up, forgetting a homemade cane made from driftwood with a broken knots, went away.
Night have a good day!!!
We in turn got drunk and was buhalis, and fought, and how without it, we’re airborne? And in the morning we were put to continue your holiday and wait for the next hike on the lip…
Morning bad day…
9 note
stroll
Slavery Venadevich, a former police colonel, now a crime boss stopped by a cool store and bought a cool liter bottle of vodka, cool snack, cool beer and stepped out of the store cool. Approaching his cool working jeep, he blocked it from a cool alarm and …, remembered that he had forgotten to buy cool cigarettes.
– — Well, spruce fallen. – He was indignant and, throwing everything in the ass of the car, quickly decided to drive her to the store for nicotine and did not attach importance to the alarm. – Well, what, immediately without a queue and buy?! Minute business.. – he thought, but it turned out that some client was paying for a large number of products for the corporate party and had to wait ten minutes. The cash register is busy.
When out, its cool. When he left, his cool jeep with a cool alarm, with cool vodka, cool snack, cool beer was gone.
“They hijacked, demons, khe…” Slaveri Venadevich muttered and, lighting up cool cigarettes, called the traffic police about his hijacking to his friend, Colonel.
Two hours later, a jeep was found not far in the courtyard: inside the corpse of a young guy and half a liter of vodka, an opened can of beer and an almost eaten snack. Five meters from the jeep lay the second corpse of a Khachik older.
They attributed everything to the taken products and punished the director of that store, they say his daughter, a seventeen-year-old schoolgirl, was killed. The funeral thief, out of fair conscience, was paid by Slavery Venadevich himself, whose head a week later the wipers found in the garbage dump. They called their technician to the scene and fled, seeing the police and feeling fear of lawlessness.
Former wipers in the bomber’s house settled and for the sake of everything they started knocking on everyone, including me, for which I was subsequently driven out by the administration of the “night shelter” and ended up on the street.
I wandered around the city and did not know what to do, I wanted to eat and drink, sleep and write, poop and cry, fart and grunt.
– — Well, give the hell a passport, work and housing!! – burst into my mind. And the python asked for something else. – Right now, it’s hot, meat and more…
– -Go and steal!! – the inner voice cut through like a sickle.
– — Nooo. I’m not a Russian democrat, but a Soviet man. My mind was formed in the post-Soviet space, when the majority not only did not know how to steal, but simply gave and shared the last piece of bread, like Jesus, realizing the pain of others and did not understand this. They stole, again, those who are right now an oligarch and a democrat, who can’t even get snow in winter, taking them away from ordinary people. A deputy with a criminal past is cool and even heroic, they say, the old regime pursued. But if a person is a rebel, then he is more dangerous and cruel than ordinary pickpockets once a hundred.
It was not foreigners who ruined our country, and not we – mere mortals, but these thieves in law – now deputies of the State Duma. And everything will change only when the last former Soviet official is removed and even if he is not even a communist, he is a thief of those times. And now they are just trying to live in luxury again and again, taking our lives from us. And their children, not knowing life, immediately to the deputies. Sniff shit to think better and vote for innovation. And we, commoners for them are just insects, not even cattle. Some kind of prima donna occupied the whole ether. She is praised and sung by her songs. She is the most democratic woman in our country, she married her illegitimate son and that’s all: do as she does. And those who are against its monarchy, that is, it’s better than a song and not a relative of Moses, doesn’t mean a format like Viktor Tsoi, for example, who was removed after he refused to cooperate with her. And this is in all circles of power. Our democracy is the opposite of Western democracy, and so the standard of living is different: we have shit and they have Kaif. The Americans associate a democrat with honesty, but with us Russians, this is understood as theft and banditry. And again I got., Well, nothing, not in the first. Beasts in the jungle are easier, they have no law. And here?! The main thing is to keep calm. You are boiling – it’s utopia, nerves are still needed… But is everything tired of?! Hunting is simply no problem. If the people are against the king, then this is no longer a country, but a barracks where they are forced to exist, not live. But the first hours of a conscious restructuring in life are difficult, and when you already understand what lies ahead, then life is not interesting and you live without thinking about tomorrow. Life without a goal. Therefore, today’s youth will ruin the country completely… Two weeks of lifting from scratch, and again I socially eat up. And since this time, I will not act…
Nevsky Prospect is the heart of St. Petersburg. From Alexander Nevsky Square to the Decembrists Uprising Square; from the Lighthouses to the Hermitage. How much you see: jugglers, and acrobats, and pickpockets, and beggars, and suckers and crooks. Everyone works there. And the faces are criminally well-fed. Of course, tourists are in fact a shaft. Look, McDonald’s bespectacled man with a shovel swells, that is, with a wallet. And I see how a guy comes up to him with a blatantly sarcastic look.
– — Hey brother,.. great! – he greeted the sucker.
– — Yes, healthy, thank God!
– — Well, what,