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Fairy tales of the Viennese wood
LOOK ONLINE And she sang for joy, of love, of jealousy, of separation, not quiet comfortable life by the fireside. What she was singing, it was a part of her life, her inner world. Next to us, a door to door, was "Bidubar."To get to it, and that Paul did not see us, we crawled on all fours under our windows. When we got home, it is unknown what time the night, drunk or pretending to, Paul was silent, gritting his teeth. He download the film Orochi and considered it beneath his dignity to go and bring us home - and it would be necessary, and even the neck!Paul was silent always with an air of which Edith was enraged. She threw to him all that was on hand. Motionless, like a fridge, Paul told me: - Simon, in the kitchen, it seems, there are still dishes - go fetch. Then, full of dignity would lie on the bed. Book in hand, the entire radio volume.I can imagine the feelings of neighbors. Radio was his inseparable friend. He could spend hours listening to classical music, which, naturally, we do not understand one, and the news of the day. Edith is in despair. It was the "phony war."Except for defense, nosy officer in operetta uniforms and all those who were in the "near one of the village", but always near Paris, life has not changed. Myuzikholly, theaters and cinemas were full, because the military needed a rest and maintaining morale.That year was a fine spring, expect a good summer. Edith, who basically did not pay attention to the weather, saying, "What good fortune that I have Paul, from this spring, I'm drunk, the days did not stop." I always thought that Paul was talented not only in the afternoon. But that did not stop Edith indulge in booze. It often involves depression.All around us is definitely something going on, we have not seen, but felt. One day I came up with a brilliant idea. - Beating all street cafГ© Belleville - and up and down. We set off. We went to all the fast food - and they are there without an account. Climb up and down can not. At the Place de Fat we walked on all fours.So far everything is remembered wipers. When we got back, Paul praised our behavior unambiguously. And Edith certainly want him to have fun with it. Edith at all when pyanela, becomes fun - it was a "fun wine", as we say in French. - Edith, enough. Go sleep it off somewhere else. I do not want in bed drunken woman.- You rascal, slug. You make me sick. You smell of corpses. Paul is not saying a word, he took under his arm radio and went into another room. - Oh, yes! Coward bastard - screamed Edith, from white wine and rage. Her drunken rage has reached such proportions that it could overtake the Eiffel Tower.She burst into his room, grabbed the receiver, dropped to the floor and began to stomp their feet, hiccuping with wine and anger.
FILM OROCHI Paul stood up ... picked up debris, looked at Edith, wobbly front of him, he took her by the shoulders. - Sorry: this is a very bad thing. And he walked away. We were so drunk that he did not feel the shame. The next day Edith gave Paul a new receiver.It's good that it happened in time - within a few months of receivers was impossible to obtain.