Cords as the destroyer of illusions

Mother in law brought to the village. Go for a long time. At the request of better half to my mother did not miss, promptly inserted the stick Rotaru, Pugacheva, Kuzmina and other Antonova and viagra. I do not like them myself, but I can tolerate. Music childhood blasphemy. Reached, the machine under the window. Evening to play sonny reached, the ignition on or off, but the transmitter is not turned off.
The next day all the neighbors mother-in-law told me what a good radio station here in the wilderness, and came ... Rotaru, and Pugachev, and Kuzmin.
Everything would be fine, but for myself I jotted Shnurova with Leningrad and Rammstein ...
The morning was enchanting. I went into the house just at the moment when Serge Cords advised the mother-shave guess what. This expression ... The same eyes at our cat when she first taken to the country.
After that, mother-in-law every five minutes turn on and off the receiver, but the cord was adamant. He sang something about truckers, something about the fact that he will not celebrate his birthday, something about without you ... well, really bad
Then came the brutal German guys. Here teschenka gone out into the deep and unplugged from the outlet receiver, put it away in the closet. For neighbor - a veteran and the forty-fifth year of the German language he is allergic. So in order to avoid, as they say.
with Basha