Dear transmission! |
On Saturday, almost crying, the whole Kanatchikov Dacha to the TV
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torn.
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Instead of eating, washing, injecting themselves and forgetting, the whole crazy hospital is
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screens assembled.
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He spoke, wringing his hands, rhetoric and troublemaker: about the impotence of science in the face of mystery
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Bermuda.
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He smashed all the brains into pieces, braided all the convolutions, and the rope authorities prick us
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second poke.
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Dear editor! |
Maybe better about the reactor, about your favorite lunar tractor?
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After all, it’s impossible, for a year in a row -
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Either they frighten them with saucers, they say, they are vile, they fly, then your dogs bark,
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then the ruins speak.
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We have become adept at something - we have been breaking plates all year, we have already eaten a dog on them,
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if the cook doesn't lie to us.
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And heaps of medicines - we are in the toilet, who is not a fool. |
This is life!
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And suddenly Bermuda. |
Those times, you can't do it like that!
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We did not make a scandal - we lacked a leader. |
There are few real violent ones - that's
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there are no leaders.
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But we also have nonsense for the intrigues and nonsense of the network, and evil masses will not spoil us
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intrigues of enemies!
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It's their thin devils who are taking water in the pond, it was all invented by Churchill in |
eighteenth year.
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We were composing a TASS note about explosions, about fires, then the orderlies rushed in and
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fixed us.
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Those who were especially lively were screwed to the backs of the beds, the paranoid fought in the foam,
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like a witcher at a coven:
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“Untie the towels, non-believers, savages, it’s bermore on our hearts and bermute on
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soul!"
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Forty souls howl in shifts, white-hot. |
That's how much they worry
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triangular cases!
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Almost everyone went crazy, even those who were insane, and then the head physician Margulis
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TV banned.
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There he is, the kite, looming in the window, hiding the plug behind his back. |
Signed to someone
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so, paramedic, pull out the wires.
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And it remains for us to prick and fall to the bottom of the well, and there is an abyss at the bottom of the well,
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like in Bermuda, forever.
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Well, tomorrow the children will ask, visiting us in the morning: they will ask “Dads, what did these
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doctoral candidates?
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We will answer our children the truth, they care: the amazing is near,
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but it's forbidden!
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And there is a home-based dentist Rudik, he has a Grundig receiver, he turns it around at night,
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catches, contra, Germany.
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He was a merchandise merchant there and moved in his mind, and he came to us in agitation |
creepy,
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With a disturbed stomach and a number on his leg.
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He came running, extremely excited, and shocked us with the message, as if our scientific
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the liner is stuck in the triangle.
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Disappeared, having spent fuel, all fell apart, and our two crazy brothers
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taken by the fishermen.
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Those who survived the cataclysm are pessimistic. |
Their yesterday in glass
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They brought the prism to our hospital.
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And one of them, a mechanic, told, having escaped from the nannies, that the Bermuda polyhedron
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- unclosed navel of the Earth.
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"What was there, how did you escape?" - Everyone climbed and pestered, but the mechanic only
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shaking and shooting chinariki.
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He either cried, then laughed, then bristled like a hedgehog. |
He mocked us.
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Well, crazy, what will you take!
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The former alcoholic, swearing and seditious, rose up, saying: “We need to drink
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triangle. |
For three of him, give!”
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Dispersed, and pours: “The triangle will be drunk. |
If he is a parallelepiped,
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be it a circle, fucking louse!
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Let it be a crazy idea, don't decide in haste! |
reply to us soon
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doctor-chief physician.
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Respectfully. |
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