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The case in the cafe
- After work on Friday, we went to the alcohol used for its intended purpose, its something you know for what use? ..
Hehe, and yet they can be the dirtiest wash ... and not to any smooth surface, and with the same soul, and the soul, she, you know, there is often very rough, that alcohol and its poliruesh.
Here, as we have not been sewing, and money, on the contrary were, well, we went to the cafe, the former dumplings, the waitresses there, but not the eatery and the food is tasty, 150-200 p. so naeshsya ...
Vodka, however, its brought, well, pressing us a toad, they have there at the bar, it is three times more expensive, but to us there normally are never more questions were not, we couple one or two pint its on five razopem together. Eat something we always take from the soul.
However, last Friday, we come together, sit, eat off after work, fire water between smoke breaks it all wash down.
In the conversation, however, some discomfort began, at first did not understand, and then we hear that at the next table conversation is conducted in a strange language - someone from England tells someone in German, and someone the Baltic and MOV razmovlyaet ...
My friend, Kazakh, all life in our city live a speaking Russian anyhow better than me, while having a tendency to polyglot, he says: "Hey, it's seems to be provocateurs? listen to what they say about the fact that Russian vodka only pigs can eat? And we have nothing to 41 do not come down.? But a Ukrainian accent, south, another who tries to imitate the English words, a local, but a true German, but also the local? [Next]
A location - Izhevsk ...
And here he has something pereklinivaet ... and maybe, on the contrary, rises in the soul ... He gets up, goes to their table, carefully look at them and quietly says, quietly, however, for some reason, all the cafes heard: "You are get up and go ».
I did not notice how close to him stood up.
And I do not believe it, I did not notice how close to us even ten people stood up.
I did not think at the time about his grandfather, who came to Prague with PTRom. And not remembered how my other grandfather, a sailor of the Baltic Fleet was crying when I, a little five-year boy, asking him why in his shoulder blade a hole the size of a fist ... why he was crying, remembering the siege of Leningrad ... I have not thought about my grandmother, which is overstrained in the building w \ d roads "Balezino-Izhevsk».
I just looked at those freaks ... I did not even want to kill them ... I realized, finally, how to look at passing German prisoners in Moscow ...
The situation was defused barmaid, whose jurisdiction was also a music center. It turns out, too, had heard everything. Including the "holy war". In her eyes there were tears.
Provocateurs, under a silent escort views themselves reached the exit. None of them could say a word.
It was extremely disgusting.
We looked at the challenges with us. Comrade and I own hands reached into his pocket for money ... I want to drink ... and pour your ...
The owner of the cafe, (a man in his fifties) who turns out to be too saw it all, and who simply grab the heart, and he just tore already currently tie. He already smelled of valokordin said, "Thank you, I can not, but you, you're still young - for the victory».
And he sent us ... our penny.
That evening, not one drunk. They drank without clinking glasses. Silently.
It was September 30, 2011.
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Hehe, and yet they can be the dirtiest wash ... and not to any smooth surface, and with the same soul, and the soul, she, you know, there is often very rough, that alcohol and its poliruesh.
Here, as we have not been sewing, and money, on the contrary were, well, we went to the cafe, the former dumplings, the waitresses there, but not the eatery and the food is tasty, 150-200 p. so naeshsya ...
Vodka, however, its brought, well, pressing us a toad, they have there at the bar, it is three times more expensive, but to us there normally are never more questions were not, we couple one or two pint its on five razopem together. Eat something we always take from the soul.
However, last Friday, we come together, sit, eat off after work, fire water between smoke breaks it all wash down.
In the conversation, however, some discomfort began, at first did not understand, and then we hear that at the next table conversation is conducted in a strange language - someone from England tells someone in German, and someone the Baltic and MOV razmovlyaet ...
My friend, Kazakh, all life in our city live a speaking Russian anyhow better than me, while having a tendency to polyglot, he says: "Hey, it's seems to be provocateurs? listen to what they say about the fact that Russian vodka only pigs can eat? And we have nothing to 41 do not come down.? But a Ukrainian accent, south, another who tries to imitate the English words, a local, but a true German, but also the local? [Next]
A location - Izhevsk ...
And here he has something pereklinivaet ... and maybe, on the contrary, rises in the soul ... He gets up, goes to their table, carefully look at them and quietly says, quietly, however, for some reason, all the cafes heard: "You are get up and go ».
I did not notice how close to him stood up.
And I do not believe it, I did not notice how close to us even ten people stood up.
I did not think at the time about his grandfather, who came to Prague with PTRom. And not remembered how my other grandfather, a sailor of the Baltic Fleet was crying when I, a little five-year boy, asking him why in his shoulder blade a hole the size of a fist ... why he was crying, remembering the siege of Leningrad ... I have not thought about my grandmother, which is overstrained in the building w \ d roads "Balezino-Izhevsk».
I just looked at those freaks ... I did not even want to kill them ... I realized, finally, how to look at passing German prisoners in Moscow ...
The situation was defused barmaid, whose jurisdiction was also a music center. It turns out, too, had heard everything. Including the "holy war". In her eyes there were tears.
Provocateurs, under a silent escort views themselves reached the exit. None of them could say a word.
It was extremely disgusting.
We looked at the challenges with us. Comrade and I own hands reached into his pocket for money ... I want to drink ... and pour your ...
The owner of the cafe, (a man in his fifties) who turns out to be too saw it all, and who simply grab the heart, and he just tore already currently tie. He already smelled of valokordin said, "Thank you, I can not, but you, you're still young - for the victory».
And he sent us ... our penny.
That evening, not one drunk. They drank without clinking glasses. Silently.
It was September 30, 2011.
© Legal Counsel
Source:
