On the state. channel an ordinary report on the movements of the patriarch,
after serving, he reached the black Maybach,
and in order to sit there, a cross on the monk's cap bends, bent - sat down, and went to the cell;
For me a simple laugh, the episode is so random
but next to me, as always, my friend could not just laugh at what he saw,
obligatory summed up:
"God knows the journalists have begun to do their duty,
to illuminate the shadowy side of the powerful caodla between the lines,
but for this I will forgive them for having got the wrong one (???),
at Parfenov's at Lenka's at his beloved,
who managed to bring frigid news to the state of the cinema!
And the ability to pull the report blossomed,
even a state order, even if, for example,
about tire fitting - a reporter telling us about the subject, as it were, repairing a tractor.
So is this journalism, or light theater genre? "
Listen, this, I nod to myself, I say: "Be patient, he will soon fizzle out,
for another worrying bullshit,
then I will finally get it on, and for playstation one, and two, and three "
Satisfied, I leave him, and echoing his delirium I sing a potpourri:
Eeeeeeeeeee ernst people ernost people, sososo solovievites solovievites! Mmmmmm Mammoths, Mammoths! Expose misfortunes! Toto! Tolstoyans, Tolstoyans! Lelele! Leontieftsy, Leontieftsy! SUUUUU! Surkovites, Surkovites, please don't expose your happiness!
Eeeeeeeeeee ernst people ernost people, sososo solovievites solovievites! Mmmmmm Mammoths, Mammoths! Expose misfortunes!
The next day I see a film crew at my friend's apartment.
The smoking reporter didn't shake my hand, but straight to the point:
"We went to your fucking friend to call, usually in search of who lived"
He also winked at :: №% * (? On camera
And he pulled a well-known baggage about the fact that thieves rule us.
I felt ashamed of my friend, and quickly to distance myself from him,
I confidentially answered the correspondent:
"I share your anger, because I am the same as all of you pissed off."
Our neighbor interrupted our dialogue going down from above: "Journalists are great fellows! In state matter you cover any gap!"
The whitefish was not smoked, as already rising from below, with a disobedient body, this neighbor muttered while struggling: "Fucking journalists! Kremlin ass licking!"
We drew from the entrance to the walk with dignity,
there disappointment pill my friend swallowed was peddling:
"Tell me, are you afraid of bullying? Well, they'll fire you - so your hands will always come in handy at a construction site!"
The journalist grunted: "It will be rather my corpse in the trash heap",
in the pockets of the Wahhabi books sprinkled with heroin,
"You are here driven by destructive romanticism,
you were brought up by a bookcase filled with pirate-knightly naivety "
Then I inserted: "Old man, let's finish with a tupac,
people came to you from TV, they need some action! "
And he spoke, not that ominously, but somehow less, less and less amusing.
Eeeeeeeeeee ernst people ernost people, sososo solovievites solovievites! Mmmmmm Mammoths, Mammoths! Expose misfortunes! Toto! Tolstoyans, Tolstoyans! Lelele! Leontieftsy, Leontieftsy! SUUUUU! Surkovites, Surkovites, please don't expose your happiness!
Then, with lightning speed, "Do you want all the action? Na!" and threw the TV set at our feet,
jumping out of the window.
The umbilical cord that related them to the TV became like a string,
he gnawed at her and disappeared God knows where.
It will no longer be sarcastic that having taken a Porsche in hell,
then I'm hanging out with her for repairs, or how wait at a creepy tire fitting,
then they invented a book of complaints with a pillar of claims,
it became easier, sat down in the salon and hear out of the corner of my ear:
"Handwriting, handwriting that got him Severe!"
Misha Chernykh jumped on the hood, hood.
Soloviev forgot and went out Viy Akadiy Mamontov!
Damn, how do I know their names !?
Convulsively a hand stuck into the glove compartment, rummaging for a weapon,
but blevodsky pulled out a lace - an old sausage with traces of slicing.
Then I remembered - this is my umbilical cord,
I scoffed these very black marks from her, and their m
