- And I spit on nachfina! Goni two rubles! - All take! Thats an order! Lottery DOSAAF!

LVolgu | you can win! Bury tickets! - And I do not take it! You have no right! I have five children! And at two rubles I buy 15 loaves of bread! - You miser, Comrade Lieutenant! - Senior.

Comrade Chief Warrant Officer! - Take your lottery tickets and go away, comrade senior lieutenant! - And Im not saying take it!

Nachfin I did not decree! Throw my two rubles! - NO! - I go to the commander of the regiment! - Yes, even to the Divisional Commander!

Half an hour top sergeant senior warrant officer Traubaev father many children a family, put on the table cashier shelf note. LKasse. Senior warrant officer Traubaevu sell 1 ticket. By way of exception. Com.

Regiment, Lt. Col. Tskhay.

Painting. Number | Shining Traubaev got his blood ruble. The remaining officers and warrant officers silently took supplements to wages - two lottery tickets. Next - banal. A couple of months edition.

Checking the table, Traubaev almost choked! LVOLGA | ! ! ! A number- one number does not beat! He had - the last 8.

And the Volga - 9. The same! Sam- fool- handed, from the Volga- Volga refused! The unprecedented gains went to his neighbor in the house, snotty Lieutenant- bachelor. That he bought Ltraubaevsky | ticket to the load to his two.

Past the snow- white beauty of the Volga Traubaev each time passed with a groan, And before that - half drank. I almost flew out from service. The regimental commander regretted.

For the second time.

I ride in the bus. People enough, all sitting in front middle- aged woman with a face lecturer in the hands of a book in front of goggles, a bunch of hair, all the attributes of an intellectual refined " to life. " By salon wanders the conductor size " everywhere 100, ass from the seat to the seat ( on the aisle as the piston drives the passengers during rush hour, no doubt) . The conductor walks chanting his song about travel and regularly touches the elbow dotsentshi his body, from which the book twitches, and makes its owner disapproving frown.

In another setting dotsentsha not resist and made a remark, saying, be careful can you?

The answer was: " I work with, not blather, he says, FIFA asunder this and do not touch it accidentally. Dotsentsha so carefully looked at her and said, I do remember very well, well meet again, so much fat does not live long. shut the book.

When cleaning it in the bag, and turned the cover to me, met with my eyes and winked. Previously thought that creeps - a metaphor, no fig like, this view is not described in hichkokovskih scenarios. On the cover was written: " Handbook of forensic experts, the allowance for the pathologist " . . . .

In our neighborhood the night robbed a supermarket.

Vendors had to click on a button, cops came rolling almost immediately, the bandits hid inside, shots were exchanged, but some lukewarm - at first cops shoot once and then they yell something like " give in, b * * di" Come out with your hands up! " Then three minutes later, four returned the shot and a message like " go to x * y, c * ki! All you have to shoot the f * * no mother! " In general, all the cartridges saves. We are neighbors, of course, sticking out on the balconies - thats so, so fun! This lasted about thirty minutes, and then top dissatisfied woman cry: - Well, how much you can endure! Kill them and let people sleep ! ! ! ! !

A minute silence, then one of the cops asked a megaphone: - Woman, you are said to them or us?