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The first story: An apple. My school friend Sanya Chernov liked khimichit.
In the truest sense of the word, he even has a set of " Young Chemist" was - with retorts, test tubes and an alcohol burner. So, once Sasha took me aside and whispered: " If the wax is put on the stove so that it flared up, gurgling and bubbles are lit up when the tongues of flame bursting - its time sprinkle a syringe with hot water from the tap directly into the wax. Door structure so explodes! " Explodes. My God, a thirteen- year demon- destroyer word " EXPLOSIVE" is already causing ecstatic trance.
The plan is ripe moment: the lessons of drawing and painting, we sometimes draw fruit from the casts, which abounded in the office scriber. Weighty apples, pears, peaches - as real, only the wax ( or wax? ) In general, the same week was stolen is an apple, brought home to me. We broke it into his mothers coffee Turk and put on the stove. It started. When the apple was melted and boil, and bubbles of wax ( paraffin? ) Were light and flickering tongues of flame - its time figachit water.
Syringe I have not had, and I knew that if explodes, it is better to keep hands away from the exploding object. So I took a ladle, filled with hot water, and stretching out his hand - gently splashed in Turku.
Further remember with difficulty.
But it totally worked. When the smoke cleared and couples - we found that the ceiling above the stove was formed five- foot- diameter black spot of soot and drops of congealed wax ( paraffin? ) . Sasha immediately rumbled about the fact that he was time to go home - and faded.
I was left alone with? 5rtsat spot and fear the impending flogging. I had to act, rodoki at work, still have a chance to survive. I ran to the pantry and took out a spatula.
Standing on the plate, I scraped as it was able to spot and went down to see - to determine whether the traces? Figa.
Now, over the stove was five- foot spot strongly poskrebannoy whitewash, places to concrete - and even now the floor of the kitchen was in a shaving whitewash. I realized that now I fucking do. Soaking a rag, I tried to erase the whitewash crumbled, and then ran back to the pantry - and a miracle! I found a hefty jar with the inscription " Bustilat. It was a viscous mass, I needed color.
Spatula I smeared bustilat to spot on the ceiling, then went to clean spatula and a jar of bustilatom - at this moment came the parents = ) ) Now I am a parent myself - and know for sure that would not be surprised if one day Ill be back to work and see the kitchen oil painting: the kitchen, stove and floor smeared plaster, stripped from the ceiling, divorce plaster dripped profusely bustilatom. And on the ceiling hangs a layer bustilata, and sometimes translucent black soot. I will tell the child that stealing dummy apples - is bad. History of two: two cartridges.
Once I went to engage in biathlon. In the summer we ran in the winter to ski. No running or skiing I particularly disliked. Never.
But this is more than redeemed by the fact that from time to time in the hands of you to furnish arms ( melkashku) and sometimes even allowed to fire a shot.
In general, in one of these Saturdays class we have melkashki ( without cartridges greatest bank) , put them behind his back and fled on skis at the shooting range. At the shooting range had to make the circle about one kilometer long - and for each round coach gave one cartridge for melkashki, and after the shot, you ran the next round. Great incentive. For ten rounds, we ran 10 miles without hesitation ( and skiing is easy) , while at other times I was beneath ones dignity walk 100 meters to the store for bread.
The shop did not shoot. In short, I run another mile, between the shoulder blades hanging ruzhzho, and in my head slowly but surely maturing thought - must have stole tube of. I thought about the details, ran to the coach - taking the cartridge, then pretended to charge it to your melkashku, then pretended to be tselyus, then pretended to be missed.
Melkashkare not doing " broads" at a shot, click lightly. Similarly, with the same gromokstyu click it, and if the cartridge is not present inside. In general, when I returned from training, in my pocket were two rounds.
On Monday I came home from school, parents are still at work, I go to his desk and take out the treasure. My two rounds. Excellent theme - no one, and I have as much two.
And again, nowhere - slowly, but insidiously surfacing question: what to do with that? With bullets. Solution Matures at once - blasted.
I called Zheke Yudin, saying come to me, I had two rounds there. Jeka arrives immediately and we will arrange Tips - How to.
Jeka said that in the summer of ammunition blew up the building of a gun - in the fire. What sort of pancake campfire, winter train. And then I dawns: went to the kitchen, the same plate.
I put two rounds at the burner, burn down, we sit down Zhekoy look at the explosion. Then my mind slips on svezhepobelenny after Yabloko ceiling and I understand: fucking.
Now because something gets in the ceiling! Of course, I could just pay off the stove - but the idea somehow came too late. Instead, I grabbed my mothers own mind a large enameled pot, filled it with water ( so hard to be! ) And left top of the cartridges. The ceiling was safe = ) ) After a moment came the Bang- Bang! and then fire on the stove was extinguished with water, which flowed to the burner of the holes in the pot. Jeka, went home, and I poured water from a pot, a little popechalilsya would get the belt for a hole in the pan - wash it and put in place.
Maybe not be noticed.
A month later, the trouble was unexpected. I have long since been forgotten about the pot, bullets and the hole, and then the mother she needed to cook a lot of vegetables for the salad . . . . In short, my name is rodoki the kitchen, show two bullet holes in the pot and . . . I was taken aback and tried izovratsya - but Im not prepared, not composed in advance, so lie turned awkwardly and I had been exposed. More I did not go to the biathlon, I rewrote a section of Sambo.
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