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Life Stories
It was getting dark ....
A huge ball of fire rolled over the horizon, taking with them the scorching heat. The forest was quiet, getting ready for bed ... Mikhailovich drove home ......
Mikhalych was muschino unknown age, as gray long ago to silver not only its temples but also the rest of the vegetation on the body, but with the worldly wisdom in his head, and the body as a whole was tugovato .... In short, the years under the asshole, and mind, like canaries, there was talk of it's neighbors.
Mikhalych went from fishing. Well, with "Fishing" is a cool kaneshno said, because not royal case with a fishing rod as a quadriplegic at the shore stick, or network roam on the water. Mikhalych Rybalov differently. He just stupidly checked Donkey, TV and nets along the coasts, carefully arranged bona fide fishermen. The catch has always been different - or fish, or from owners pesdyuli gear that brings to the process a certain amount of pleasant surprises. Today, I catch a fish. And Mikhalych pleased squeezed out of his last horse silёnki motseka. About motsek generally a separate issue, because he got it from Batey, trophy. Dad was a partisan. And as the train we rarely walked downhill start was nothing, that he is not to lose the skills, drowned motseki fritsevskie. One honestly reclaimed device, current stsuko without helmets, and gather dust in the barn until Mikhalych not fully grown. Many chickens have died, but Mikhalych still firmly learned judge this vehicle.
So, happy Mikhalych sliced kilometers per hour along the forest road, heading for home. On the next turn, he suddenly saw a sidekick Ivanovich cycling. "Up to the house for another hour and a half to cut and Ivanovich vaasche a bike, doberёtso kada ???" thought Mikhalych and braked sharply.
-Darova, Ivanovitch! De cha yuh wore ????
Yes yuh not worn, and my T @ ATS old for berries sent!
-Aaaa .... Yes, it is dangerous to argue ... Mikhailovich said, unwittingly rubbing his old wound at the back of the pans Nikitichny. No, of course, it was no shock if Mikhalych polite mat is not asked in a drunken stupor, who their boss. After the insidious use of force had Druzyaka pabyramu simple enough to collect their meal and crawl out of the house to the barn Ivanovich thump to Mihalychu.
-So Dusk! Cada are you to tighten your home pedal'ku ??? ABOUT! Ideyablya! Let me hold on thee in tow! Current Know yourself handlebars! Yes pavarotniki plug! Gyyyy! - Said Mikhalych.
No sooner said than done. Tied to the great motseku and moved.
Mikhalych was driving very slowly and carefully, remember the comrade tied. But the forest road is treacherous with their ups and downs. And on one of the slopes, he suddenly saw a contented lyboy Ivanovich went to overtake. Well, about the forces of inertia Mikhalych I heard at school, so it is regarded as an elementary arrogance and mockery of him. Shtop some great, yes it zaipaty motsek overtook ????? Do not be! And sharply added gas.
It was getting dark ......
Sweeping at full speed Mikhailovich, he turned around, pointing gestures, "just the same!" The offender, an abrupt halt when he saw bouncing the bike, which he had dragged flat hell knows how long. From the rapid move of the towing bike motorcycle exploded not detski. Naturally, unprepared for such a high-speed overload Ivanovich, elementary was thrown from the seat.
After hearing about a lot of new found pals, Mikhalych angrily stated that large, the vehicle is no longer usable, and not a bad thing to celebrate his funeral, when the get to the house.
"Well husym! Take him up and sit down rear'll take both of you! "He said emphatically.
Mikhailovich, large and Ivanovich, in that order, moved to the house on motseke. Ivanovich ёzhilsya already anticipating a conversation with Nikitishna. Not only that, without berries and bring great on hands ....
Forest road is treacherous, not only irregularities but also the expansion-contraction, which makes it similar to the path ....
Not Mikhalych Cesna thought they proskochat between that pair of trees in size, even overclocked .... But he's not every day large rolls ......
Êàî braked by the noise from behind Mikhailovich saw the picture: Ivanovich hanging on the bushes and convulsive squeezes bicycle. Matyukatsya his forces until it was ......
It was getting dark ....
Mikhalych sidekick carefully removed from the bushes, even the dust from it shook. Without letting go of the hands of a bicycle, with gusto Ivanovich sent Druzyaka where only remembered and Mikhalych sharply felt like a superfluous at this celebration of life. In a bid to throw, dirty Ivanovich again swore and walked toward the house, carrying a bicycle, as the wounded ....
"And yet, zaebato ride!" Thought Mikhailovich, motsek pounding in a barn.
An hour later, rang out from the house scream Ivanovich ......
"Got again, bastard!" Said Mikhalych and fell asleep again tomorrow Rybalov!
Author: lola
A huge ball of fire rolled over the horizon, taking with them the scorching heat. The forest was quiet, getting ready for bed ... Mikhailovich drove home ......
Mikhalych was muschino unknown age, as gray long ago to silver not only its temples but also the rest of the vegetation on the body, but with the worldly wisdom in his head, and the body as a whole was tugovato .... In short, the years under the asshole, and mind, like canaries, there was talk of it's neighbors.
Mikhalych went from fishing. Well, with "Fishing" is a cool kaneshno said, because not royal case with a fishing rod as a quadriplegic at the shore stick, or network roam on the water. Mikhalych Rybalov differently. He just stupidly checked Donkey, TV and nets along the coasts, carefully arranged bona fide fishermen. The catch has always been different - or fish, or from owners pesdyuli gear that brings to the process a certain amount of pleasant surprises. Today, I catch a fish. And Mikhalych pleased squeezed out of his last horse silёnki motseka. About motsek generally a separate issue, because he got it from Batey, trophy. Dad was a partisan. And as the train we rarely walked downhill start was nothing, that he is not to lose the skills, drowned motseki fritsevskie. One honestly reclaimed device, current stsuko without helmets, and gather dust in the barn until Mikhalych not fully grown. Many chickens have died, but Mikhalych still firmly learned judge this vehicle.
So, happy Mikhalych sliced kilometers per hour along the forest road, heading for home. On the next turn, he suddenly saw a sidekick Ivanovich cycling. "Up to the house for another hour and a half to cut and Ivanovich vaasche a bike, doberёtso kada ???" thought Mikhalych and braked sharply.
-Darova, Ivanovitch! De cha yuh wore ????
Yes yuh not worn, and my T @ ATS old for berries sent!
-Aaaa .... Yes, it is dangerous to argue ... Mikhailovich said, unwittingly rubbing his old wound at the back of the pans Nikitichny. No, of course, it was no shock if Mikhalych polite mat is not asked in a drunken stupor, who their boss. After the insidious use of force had Druzyaka pabyramu simple enough to collect their meal and crawl out of the house to the barn Ivanovich thump to Mihalychu.
-So Dusk! Cada are you to tighten your home pedal'ku ??? ABOUT! Ideyablya! Let me hold on thee in tow! Current Know yourself handlebars! Yes pavarotniki plug! Gyyyy! - Said Mikhalych.
No sooner said than done. Tied to the great motseku and moved.
Mikhalych was driving very slowly and carefully, remember the comrade tied. But the forest road is treacherous with their ups and downs. And on one of the slopes, he suddenly saw a contented lyboy Ivanovich went to overtake. Well, about the forces of inertia Mikhalych I heard at school, so it is regarded as an elementary arrogance and mockery of him. Shtop some great, yes it zaipaty motsek overtook ????? Do not be! And sharply added gas.
It was getting dark ......
Sweeping at full speed Mikhailovich, he turned around, pointing gestures, "just the same!" The offender, an abrupt halt when he saw bouncing the bike, which he had dragged flat hell knows how long. From the rapid move of the towing bike motorcycle exploded not detski. Naturally, unprepared for such a high-speed overload Ivanovich, elementary was thrown from the seat.
After hearing about a lot of new found pals, Mikhalych angrily stated that large, the vehicle is no longer usable, and not a bad thing to celebrate his funeral, when the get to the house.
"Well husym! Take him up and sit down rear'll take both of you! "He said emphatically.
Mikhailovich, large and Ivanovich, in that order, moved to the house on motseke. Ivanovich ёzhilsya already anticipating a conversation with Nikitishna. Not only that, without berries and bring great on hands ....
Forest road is treacherous, not only irregularities but also the expansion-contraction, which makes it similar to the path ....
Not Mikhalych Cesna thought they proskochat between that pair of trees in size, even overclocked .... But he's not every day large rolls ......
Êàî braked by the noise from behind Mikhailovich saw the picture: Ivanovich hanging on the bushes and convulsive squeezes bicycle. Matyukatsya his forces until it was ......
It was getting dark ....
Mikhalych sidekick carefully removed from the bushes, even the dust from it shook. Without letting go of the hands of a bicycle, with gusto Ivanovich sent Druzyaka where only remembered and Mikhalych sharply felt like a superfluous at this celebration of life. In a bid to throw, dirty Ivanovich again swore and walked toward the house, carrying a bicycle, as the wounded ....
"And yet, zaebato ride!" Thought Mikhailovich, motsek pounding in a barn.
An hour later, rang out from the house scream Ivanovich ......
"Got again, bastard!" Said Mikhalych and fell asleep again tomorrow Rybalov!
Author: lola
