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Fairy tales of the Viennese wood
film the girl next door It began like this: "This ritual, which can be seen in Moscow alone, and, moreover, not otherwise than with special happiness and patronage." "Quite zhist not" - she said Ilya Fedoseevich uncle to his nephew, which meant that they go into this Moscow rite called "Chertogon."We walked until dawn in the style of Walpurgis Night - Dance Gypsy cabin furniture, "Restaurant was appeared sheer destruction - no one drapery, no one safe mirror, even the ceiling fixture - and she was lying on the floor covered in pieces." When the time came to lubricate the wheels strollers honey, Andrew "choking emotions," said - This is the Rite!That's what I want to walk! - I've read almost to the end. Uncle Ilya Fedoseevich after Walpurgis Night is a disgrace to the Church and humbly said: "Now I want to fall before Vsepetoy and repent of their sins." - What is, however, a range of a Russian man! - Andrew jumped up after such a strong, Leskov caused by mental and emotional arousal.Reached for mountain ash. - This is incredible! Oh, what a Russian kitsch! - He exclaimed. - Yes, as well as the image of the Master with burning dozens on the Sparrow Hills shed much after this thing. Included transistor, it was evident that he was very wound up and looking for a way out. They drank glass after glass, tossed the wood in the fireplace. - Take off your clothes! - He told me.- In what sense? - Now you see! - And climbed to the mezzanine. On the mezzanine floor one flew four valenki 45 th size. - I promised you a wedding? It will now be! I'm a decent person. Remember for a lifetime. This wedding was not at anybody. Marry well to marry! - I shouted he was tipsy.I was in exactly the same condition, but realized his idea.We had another pile of guts, I found in the closet Maria Vladimirovna separate calico swimsuit that was my great size for three, dressed, bare feet stuck in boots, Andrew found "family" shorts to the knee, too, stuck his feet in boots, opened the door to the garden, put it on the threshold of the transistor, turned it on full blast, and weWe jumped into the snow. On the ground were falling dusk. - A A A A A A AAAA! - Andrew shouted from the cold. - I promised you a wedding - that's it! Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Witness - Leskov! From trazistora all suburbs swept: I'm working perfectly, awarded many times. Just a pity that in life personally miss you.The snow was up to the knee, we scoured the garden, making circles, almost naked, in boots, clutching his hands, bouncing and otplyasyvaya something like Polechka. Bawl with trazistorom: Because you, my cherry, I quarrel with a friend. To what the local climate on the love influential. Then I stumbled on his boots, and plunged into a snowdrift.- Tanya, do not drop the ball! - Andrew shouted. And I jumped up and found himself in an upright position, put the pen in the pen, again rode with him in the polka. On the trees the snow was falling on us, but we did not feel cold - we were ecstatic. Voice of the transistor was finishing the last verse known songs.Polechka became even steeper, we flew over the snow, slipping pants on the course we have them pulled up, and together with the singer in full throat doorali: I miss the neighborhood, and at a distance, Oh, without you I'm like no heart, live not in a position to !