- Where is my lighter? Cuss. Damn, what the terms of an ambush.

Hanging or something. - Sergei, but you spit. Everything will pass, and pass it.

Well, deprived of quarterly, to anyone not happen.

Just a bad day. Come on, spirtiku runup.

Oh. A black band is not started today. Not even a month ago, when his wife to his mother- in Irkutsk left.

Left, and if a piece of the soul with meat snatched and taken away. Honey, my half. Because I love you. Fifteen years, and all - for the first time . . . And it all started!

In Baumanke one of the best was a diploma score? As a candidate.

Just hit the indoor SRI. Decent salary, an apartment was given a year later. We were engaged in " generators of emotions" - psychotronic weapons. Subject promising, since the seventies again. " Radiators fear" hanging under the wings of storm troopers in Afghanistan itself normally expressed: " spirits" crawled out of caves, threw down their arms and ran like cockroaches. But this is - for the enemy.

And to his troops came up with " generator duty" to do. General, in charge of sharashka, Strugatsky loved.

Read in Inhabited Island " about such a thing and struck financing. MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE instructed Seryoga. The idea is simple: include ustanovochku, and political officers handle the words, noodles hanging about an honorable duty.

Well, after personnel, bulging Zenkov, pounces on the battlements and tanks with the spade. But Sergei something with the frequency of wrong.

People began to cry, remember, who in childhood hurt, debt repayment.

In short, not Matrosov, and Prince Myshkin obtained, blessed some. And then restructuring. The Institute was closed, the materials were destroyed to " dempressa" is not reached.

Here are just a broadband wave block to the memory, and remained, in which the duty electricians " bum- bags" for lunch reheated. Frequency adjust - and works better than microwaves. Laughter, of course. Ph. D working as an electrician at the Ostankino tower.

But what if science had collapsed long ago? Perhaps that is why his wife left him. Got out some of the promising young scientist, and had to live with the worker. And at 12, 000 salary does not roam. Longing . . .

Serega swallowed diluted with tap water treasury alcohol, reeking with rubber, and coughed. Leaned his forehead to the tiny, palm, window and looked at the sparkling night lights of Moscow, with a beautiful trehsotmetrovoy height. Flicking a cigarette. - Damn, well, where a lighter? The memorial, my wife of ten years wedding bestowed. - Ive lost, I suppose.

Sit down, Ill bring the matches from the cabins. His teammate stood up and climbed the metal stairs to the top flight. Cotton and the flash explosion threw him from the door.

Felled stinking smoke from the cabins, swearing, jumped out electricians. Sergei tore up the stairs. - Fucking again, fire, or what? - Yes it Petka, you moron, in your microwave homemade egg boil. Idiot. Hairdryer exploded to hell, he dropped the lid on the forehead. From the ruined block mercilessly smelled hydrogen sulfide.

The hull ran some sparks.

Sergey, covering his mouth with his sleeve, pulled the plug and poured into the blazing bowels of water from the kettle.

Another flash knocked him to the floor. - Sergei, get up, everything is normal. And this . . .

Im sorry, Im your cigarette lighter healed.

I liked it. And more. Youre in my 99th year, five hundred borrowed, but did not ask. I forgot, I guess.

Here, take away. Embarrassed companion held out a lighter and a crumpled bill. Sergei scratched his sooty forehead in confusion when the phone rang. Voice Director was unusually friendly. - Sergei . . . uh . . .

V. ! Sorry to bother.

I can not sleep I can. I understand that the deprivation of your premiums for the first quarter, I was wrong. I was awakened by an accountant, she now come to you to give money. You must forgive me, please.

Quiet vigil. Serega dumbfounded looked at the remains of a wave block. It is, perhaps, worked? The explosion, the energy pumping.

And Ostankino Tower, speaking as a giant antenna- resonator. This signal could, and cover the whole of Moscow.

And then the entire Moscow region. After receiving a telegram home from Irkutsk " Im sorry.

Love. Meet, he was not surprised.

President wearily rubbed his forehead. The day was absolutely crazy. At five in the morning he was awakened by the assistant: from America for the special " red line" called Bush. This could mean almost anything - from declaring war to apologize for the unauthorized launch of nuclear missiles.

Bush has long sobbing into the phone and carry some guilt about that bullshit U.

S. born Russian evil, but then stated that as a sign of special trust and recognition Russian humankind immediately dismantles and expels all U. S. nuclear warheads to Russia by boat. - And in general!

The plane came up with your Mozhajskij, not those assholes brother- Wright, Radio - Popov, not Marconi, as a light bulb - an apple and not Edison! Hollywood immediately name the Eldar Ryazanov!

N- s- s! And on the moon, we were not, this layout! Reptiles we pendosskie, we have no forgiveness!

N- s- s! - Joji, wait, do not worry you so. And fig me your warheads? - Shall I give them to Iran? Bush began to sob in the voice and hung up.

While the presidential motorcade was traveling in the Kremlin, took a heavy zonked Patrushev and reported that two million of Mongol with all their sheep and camels crossed the border in the Chita region and were pressing for Moscow. - Dug the grave of Genghis Khan and drag us 600 tonnes of gold as compensation for the yoke. And the cattle, wives and children give for interest - still more than five hundred years ago. Sorry.

They say there is nothing more to give, only if Beijing were asleep, if we ask. What to do? - So, pick up the gold for the inventory, they still accommodated in tents and write in Buryatia.

Or in Tuva, Shoigu call. About Beijing think. In the Kremlin, a flurry of information covered with the head. The oligarchs captured the " Sailors Rest, " and pleaded for life imprisonment. The most zealous cornered with their weapons at the Lubyanka and demanded to hold them in the shootings basements.

Estonians knocked permission to cast 1000 Bronze Soldier and arrange them on every street corner, and they themselves - renamed from " Estonians" in " pendochuhontsev. Prezidentsha Latvia requested to write it in Russian language courses, but that " not very expensive. " Japanese suavely suggested that part of Sakhalin island of Tsushima, Honshu and Shikoku, for what were promised a trillion dollars, and in return asked the consent of the song " The enemy does not give up our proud Varyag do the national anthem of Japan. - So, everyones head is round. With all the crazy poshodili, or something. Do not connect yet with anyone. - Vladimir Vladimirovich, where Berezovsky breaks. - Let her wait. I have long waited.

The President went to the window and looked at the unusually empty Red Square. - And where people are a whole? - Vladimir Vladimirovich, Muscovites were reminded of their roots and they were all gone: who dig potatoes, who my mothers grave to correct those who mandarins hill. On the Arbat, only two were frightened old woman. - Thats why I feel I was in Peter the morning with terrible force pulls. Smelt there now gone . . .

And who is this? At the far end of the square drawn by a strange group: two men and a woman were fighting around lying on the ground of the red cylinder. Finally the men grappled and fell, Loupian each other how much in vain, and the woman escaped and rolled clattering cylinder, turned out to be gas cylinders in the direction of the Spassky Tower. Above flushed a lovely face shone with golden hair, belted a network, which made his head look like a bakery. - Oh, its Ukrainians, see. Gas stolen returns. - Little enough, something - just one cylinder. - Well, they have to start somewhere, Vladimir Vladimirovich. - Okay, come on, that we have it on. - Saakashvili on his knees crawling to the border and asked traffic police escort to Moscow.

Hes afraid that while we crawl, his truck crush. - Heres conceit a man! What kind of vehicle, stop and scooters. The President turned from the window and went to the table.

He no longer saw the mausoleum doors, staggered out the low man in an old, moth- eaten suit and tie in a big pea. Gently brushing with a bald head mold, man turned to crosses Basil, fell to his knees and zagnusavil: - Pvosti me, O Lord! In my foolishness and arhipakost! Not so we went through, not so! And banged her forehead on the pavement wax.

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Number number to recall the history on the Russian language ( translation) , who may be deaf . . . In those days, when American films only began to appear naprostorah our great country, when an interpreter translated movies with " pin on his nose, saw a remarkable scene number number . . . Name of the film, unfortunately, I do not remember, and the plot does not really, but thats odinmoment remembered for a long time.

So, the plot of the movie a little girl walks into a cave ( ilipodzemele - it does not matter) , suitable to the large stone on which perelivayasvsemi colors of the rainbow , is a magic crystal. Girl with voshischeniemberet in his hands, light it shines on her face and the walls of the cave . . . He looks at him and exclaims: " WOW . . . . . . . . . . ! " Russian translation ( with a pin on his nose) : " Thy mother . . . . . . . ! "