Turning to screaming. And a little about fashion. Bashny.Net

A Soviet Professor was exiled to France for a month paid thirty thousand francs. His wife and daughter made a list of what to buy. Women had a catalog from a Department store, zatselovali to dark spots. According to the list, eat the Professor would at home. On the way to the Department store scientist saw shop angler. I looked down at one glazochkom. Glasock widened and darkened. Home traveler brought fishing rods, spinners, set of coils and all. During the interrogation, he sculpted something about hypnosis. Say, remember the word "Bonjour" then the lights went out and all is lost — conscience, morality, money.

Wife and daughter ten times repeated, could not believe. They do Professor was raised, nurtured, inspired inventions, missed him like fools. And now he gives him to push his rod, much deserved. Just five minutes later the Professor got rid of nostalgia. The same evening he moved to the Institute. In the name of science and health. Selfish. And all that he left something unsaid and nagoricino, the inheritance passed to his son-in-law Sergei, who inadvertently lived in the same apartment.



 

That evening the son-in-law Sergei learned that fishing is a crime, leave nothing. And though he is not fished, it is still bitterly repented. Serge threefold increased support for agriculture, was assuaging guilt. But it went bad. The potatoes he was peeling like a bastard, the garbage took out as the villain. There were days, weeks, to forgive him no one was going. Sergei wanted to ignore. But women are so able to ignore that do not want to live. To Rob and kill he hesitated, and another way to get fucked by Professor boots, coats and blouses were not.

Then Serge sold his "Moskvich". And instead bought two coats. Coat — the best anti-depressant, he thought. But the mother-in-law and his wife could help only surgery. Women do not want to be furry Siberian, and like a Parisian. When coats didn't like Serezha lights went out. Without any Bangura. With an axe he made from the TV supply of firewood for the winter, bowed and left. What happened to that family and the fugitive Professor nobody knows.

Now he has a new wife, a young ceramic artist. Her thesis weighs 800 pounds. Five hundred colored plates, symbolizing the birth of the sun. From brown, through blue to red and yellow. Sergei wore on itself a thesis on the fourth floor without Elevator, before the eyes of the Commission artists. He shifted the plates in different ways, spitting on the risk of sciatica. And all this with a happy face. First, I am now a philosopher, he explains. And secondly, the Light calls me kitty.





Here comes the Light, says the cat, when you shed will be demolished? (it was in the country). Kitty instantly puts a kebab and going to take down the barn. Immediately evident from the Professor's family.

 

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