Adventurer #14 30 июня 2003

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Scene - CPU global report on the visit to Belarus to party Millennium'1902.

Millennium'1902 report
Chasm / CPU

The reverse side of the linoleum

Well, it means that we have gathered on the MLN,
In principle, a very long time, but
the week immediately when
had to buy tickets
Moscow-Minsk, it was found that
I was on the bubble is not at all, so
as a whole last month I have booze in celebration of the 
thirteenth release rates. Popados. Urgently knotted with 
drinchem and begin hard graft. The result -

$ 100 per week, besides loot I got on the day of otchalivaniya 
from Rybinsk a couple of hours before the departure of a trip. 
Miguel reassured me that the 3000 Russian rubles will be 
completely (even fucking) is enough for ottyag in Belarus as 
there are in Russian rubles all get extremely cheap.

I (we) believe him and therefore not particularly zaparivalis 
the number of filok. Incidentally, there was a chip in

that the superior train Rybinsk-Moscow on odd, in principle, 
does not go as well as on the direction of all plies

one composition. Without thinking, we
decides to go through Yaroslavl, and
climbing into the I-net, we find nemerenoe of passing trains. 
Choose the cheapest and convenient time of arrival in

Moscow and complacent.

May 1

It turns out that along with all of
16.30 Train-Rybinsk Yaroslavl
I just do not have time, as more
not completed to finish the work
fuck ... Well, not particularly steaming, I decide to go to 
Yarik on the bus, that ply to and fro

every hour. In principle, we can
had to go and all together, but Elf
let the nurse and said he was not going to overpay some asshole 
p. 18. that he may spend a great nishtyakom for themselves. 
Well, in principle, the dick with it. Get Salvage sharply wash, 
collect and Running to the bus station, since he is a 
five-minute quick step away from my house. Sit in bass, put on 
a player, and the following two o'clock pass me by Future Sound 
of London and exploring proplyvayushih of spring

nature of the Yaroslavl province.

In the provincial center I go to
20.00, and as up arrows on the railway
the station is still a whole hour,
I decide to walk, and at the same time
passing visit any internet point / club / cafe where I could 
write about our messagu begun tripping. Brutally broken off as 
it was still evening of the day workers' solidarity

around the world, so working internet industry too, decided not
break away from the weight of the total score and on servicing 
their customers first and next May. Well and dick with them ...


In general, when I priebal on
station, where I was waiting for the following companies: Elf, 
Miguel, Alff, as well as choosing to communicate with us 
Nicodim 'Marchy, which I have advance warning of our five hour 
tusnyake in Yarik. Pozdorovkalis and decided to go not very far 
from the cashier station to purchase tickets to Moscow, which 
has successfully produced using computer-informant made (by the 
assurance Nicodemus) based on the A1200. As we

expected, free time we turned around five
hours, as our train went into a 2.20.

Decided to hang out, but then found out that Elf has not bought 
the house vodka "Rybinsk Sloboda, we

promised to bring a gift Pavlov and Psyche. Well, we osbo on
this issue is not tired of and decided to buy vodka (TM 
Rybinskaya Sloboda) directly in Yaroslavl, since we have one 
official on the whole province Distillery. For a long time 
walked around the station kiosks and shops, but could not find 
him, decided to move toward corporate convenience store 
Yaroslavl Distillery. We walked for a long time, but were 
rewarded with variety and low prices for alcohol - so we 
desired "Rybinsk Sloboda it was worth just 42 rubles. Zatar 
couple of casks for the Belarusians and the Battle of beer on 
the snout (Except eLPH) for yourself, we all

moved towards the nearby parks,
where and found a bench, obligingly offered their surface for 
our tired hip bones. When drunk beer came to the rectum, we 
Nicodemus understood that his place in the stomach time to fill

vodka ... Together to fill
agreed only Alff, as well as
Maghazi was close, it was filled in no time.
Then Nicodemus said that during his spektrumizma he was
zashib engage in creative work, and we in turn
asked to complete the joint forces of its frozen project 
"Legend of Kyrandia", who tried to sink into oblivion as far 
back as 97'm year. The idea was supported,

and a drink uslilsya in their power, but
it turned out that the Yaroslavl avtobusniki work does not
around the clock so Marchy
hit home, which was accompanied by a mutual parting and regret 
about the rapid separation kindred souls.


Used before imevshiysya doping, we gathered at the station 
where we were nobly agreed to carry out Nicodemus, incidentally 
bought More vodka, we priebali to the point of our submission. 
Boarded the train, pobuhali, went to bed.


May 2

Since we slept on the side, then
I am opened with a wonderful view of the half-naked young women 
is solid, which soon rudely awakened and asked why I was 
staring at their naked ripe chest, Koya dropped from nightie 
during night rest of the body sobeseduemoy. Several 
poprepiravshis and assuring companion, that her breast thing 
is, I went to wake the others ....


Morning we have with Alff'om was heavy, but it quickly failed
fix the pie and coffee, prikuplennymi us about the Yaroslavl 
train station, where we arrived safely. If you have not yet 
know, know that we have in Moscow was planned for the cultural 
program as a visiting Mitinskoe radio market, which has 
successfully selling our radio member of CPU - John Ivanoff, 
himself, moreover, a native of Rybinsk. Well, in general, 
arrived, missing one bus stop ahead (I had to go back legs), 
found John, and with the support of Elf

bought a CD-mp3 player (last model of
Sony) for 800 rubles cheaper ...
Also, we bought all in a heap 11
sidyukov with empegami (from Fear Factory to Bad Sector). 
Nishtyak. Consumeth Local fast food and thanking

John promises to look at
way back, we poebali on Belarusian Station in Moscow.

Since before the departure of left
about two hours, we decided to
inform the public about our stay in the capital of our country 
and found nothing better for this purpose, as the Samsung 
Internet Center at the fourth floor with a childhood friend to 
us all "Children's World. During the fifteen years that I was 
not in this commercial establishments, it is quite internally 
changed. Steamed, looked after

twenty minute plutaniya found the coveted Internet facility. 
Paid for ten 15 minutes rubles and familiarized with 
accumulated over the past two days by mail, write in Guestbook'e

POS'a time coordinates of our departing for Moscow, arriving in 
Minsk on the train (for people who would like to contact us

chat), and sharply pushed to
Station. Upon arrival at the station, we
found 20 minutes of free
time that we eLPHOM
spent on a walk around the station, accompanied by alcohol 
purchases. Successfully, although had to run - now we have

was one "Anisova" + 4.5
liters of beer more.

Train set sail, and we finally
directly went to the glorious country of Belarus, where we were 
waiting for Local sceners, thirst

joint communication. However, I
managed to peacefully riding the train
find yourself on the ass adventure - I
started listening to FF in the headphones,
moreover, very loudly podrykivaya
some phrases (like me later
explained around) at the end
all showed up riding home Belarussian, who initially tried to 
rock me on the topic of misconduct, but then satisfactorily 
resolved by the joint purchase of Smolensk diluted technical

alcohol (under the guise of vodka) and the joint use thereof,
I then fell on a couple of hours sleep and went on to thump 
nativets purchased in advance beer ...


May 3

We wake up from crashing bottles, which has managed in an 
uncontrolled manner bump against the table, around which

already in full subject pressed by the mass
daveshny my pal. The train attendant came up quickly tried to 
separate us community service as a

collection of fragments from the floor, but severely
broken off our pohuizmom,
brought together all by herself, and announced that
15 min time for us to go, so
like a train (Moscow-Grodno) arrives in Minsk ... 1.38 was the 
third May.


Our exit from the car on the Belarusian land was accompanied by
whoop Paul
Pavlova, Psycho, Beards, Spectre
migelevskih and relatives who came to meet us. Miguel 
immediately withdrew quietly, but us (Chasm-me, Elf and Alff)

Minskers immediately dragged to a nearby internet gaming club
where the proposed robust design and protusovatsya drinchnut 
import (ie is to say our) alcohol.


I do not remember the name of this
institution, but it produced
favorable impression on me, since we just put in a VIP-room and 
seated far from connected to

I-net companies, which, without departing
from the cashier, began to make updating websites VT and OB, at 
the visit us on the homeland Millennium. Then promptly appeared 
glasses and our vodka, poured in the tank, went around the 
circle. Began to talk over the scene and

life, followed by distribution of
noun special millennium box
edition of Adv # 13, Proper people and more plump, therefore, 
on the local scene came Belarusian vodka. Zazhbaniv all 
proposed, we, Mad Dog and Pavlov decided that all the time to 
fit in their huts, so as to We night not yet over, and

Tomorrow they still get other work and do preselektom thereof.

As we later (after 2 km of track
and on the jug of beer on the snout) understood to have been 
made impermissible omission: we have been ignored by the 
station taxi and all had at its ebashit

Two of ye men, to our
surprise (after all, the capital) city in which, everything 
else is very problematic (as it turned out) to catch the car, 
if you are a really pinned bummer to go down. However, having 
made an incredible effort of will, we (in the Specifically, Mad 
Dog and I) did managed to catch the car and drive to the house 
Psihovskogo (Elf 'Alff fit to Pavlov) 2

km for 100 Russian rubles - as it turned out, according to 
Belarusian standards is absolute folly and extravagance, but it 
happened due to the fact that Psycho was not enough

local currency and I are drunk at
found nothing finer in
pockets than stoshka. All were mutually satisfied - Takser,
that raped Russian Elaeagnus, and
we are crazy mind that your feet will no longer have to walk,
as brought us straight to him
entrance.

The morning was not slow to come, as I
could see, opened one
eyes, responded to the cotton door knocked psihovskie Rodak
from home, apparently to work. Opening
the second eye, I noticed that I was in the room, which 
decorates the bed and computer type pizyuka, together with the 
adjoining peacefully nailed to the wall of the Belarusian flag, 
next to which very garmonichno and severally

get on the photographic
Farther portrait (aka President Lukashenko). On this 
environment, I steamed himself for ten minutes, with the

this time I managed to pull his trousers
and rub his swollen eye sockets. The most interesting thing 
revealed about companies - lives there Stand aka store empty 
dusty beer bottles. So I not understand why they were there

need - whether then to pass them
at the right time or the heart just like that, for the pleasure 
of contemplating some shells from drunk megalitrov do not know. 
Then I remembered that captured zanykannuyu I have a bottle of 
Rybinsk settlement, there was a vodka at all Decl, but I 
realized that she had need my metabolism, so zadrinchal her 
zanyuhav Sleeve sweaty over the past two days

T-shirts. Perched on an empty Battle
place an empty beer container
(Like, let them remember the CPU), I ventured out into the open 
psihovskoy apartment ... 

In the kitchen, heard the aluminum
muttering TV and sat on a stool Serega. At the sight of me, he 
kindly offered his hand for a morning greeting. Vkratse

share their impressions about
last night of alcohol, I
went to perform the rite deokisleniya their teeth, posredtvom
paste. Committed an act of hygiene, I
began to rinse his mouth, and then noticed a strange 
configuration psihovskoy bath - an ordinary Soviet product was 
all inside tiled. Construction is

looked very kiberpankovski and
quite fit into the rest of the image of the house. Prikolovshis 
I squander the kitchen, where was pleased with two baked

chicken legs and the news that soon here halt
Belarusian elite sceners for
pisyushnogo of musical preselekta.

First came a lone skinny young man with propidornym reprimand, 
later All we can observe it as the master of ceremonies during 
the party. Few have mastered the in my presence, this person

began to offer a variety of chips
by keeping the party, and it was then
was invented by a blunt shnyaga with Belarus welcomed the 
participants of the festival, from which then cramp cheekbones, 
even among the natives. Soon, basements and other preselector, 
which were thoughtfully listen to various music modules. At 
this time I did not bother and lying on

psihovskoy bed persya of satiety of the stomach and the 
surrounding atmosphere. 

However, my alcoholism was reminded of himself, and held in
depths of consciousness hangover caused strenuously exert Serega
for specifying a place for me
sharing my dough on theirs. Waving aside vidnevshegosya from 
the window of the building, he gave me to understand that 
Dollars are traded there. Coming out of the door, I squander a

this direction and soon
found exchanger, nestled in the same building
mail, office supply store and
barbershop. Once inside, I
was surprised formed around very long window
queue. Politely inquiring in perfect Russian,
who last I heard, in response,
that "YOUR MONEY CHANGE WITHOUT
Line. "Proper and basements
closer to the window. Stretched 400 rubles.
and after a short amount of time was at hand
22,000 rubles, which were immediately inflated my pocket, so
I like purses in principle
burden. Coming out of the exchanger, I immediately
headed for the nearest tent and
bought some beer, went to inspect the local attractions that 
have expressed melkolarkovy market, adjoining to supermarkets 
Belarusian sample. By the way, here migelevsky dispelled the 
myth of the Belorussian cheap goods, as local beer was worth 
not much cheaper than for example in Rybinsk Rybinsk, let alone 
the price of poltorahu Yaroslavl "Amber", I

just pripizdila. At the time,
our house it cost 25p.,
here the same price podskachila right up
sorokovnika. Radovan only price
the local Hawk, it was cheaper than in Russia. Having strayed a 
bit past series, I poebal ago. After rising in Seryogin 
apartment, I made his way back onto the couch and lay down

listen to music.

When the phone rang, and after a short idle talk Psycho
announced that in a short time to
We join an elite Krasnodar pisyushnik - Bitl, who brought 
DeMouy at MLN. People preselektyat, I lie. Here is heard 
another call - Bitl crept close to psihovskomu home, but can 
not identify the correct one. Crazy zaparivaetsya, I lie, but 
then he drew attention to my relaxed

body and invites me to seek compatriot, describing
me his outfit and he was on the phone, my. We agreed to meet at 
daveshnego supermarket, good, I'd been there, but now Bitl 
sitting on his steps. 

Proceed daveshnim
route, I easily found
Russians, in anticipation of me
zhruschego beer. Bought at the request of Psycho poltorahu 
strong "Baltika", we moved house

to the earrings. After seeing Bitl'a to an entrance, I sat on 
the bench and waited Pavlova, Elf'a and

Alff'a with which the contract
meet in order to show the rest of our team, where
is the nearest I have explored the exchanger.

We had to wait long, and soon skinny and plump
carcass, accompanied by Pasha
appeared because of horizon. With the success of exchanging our 
wooden on their cartons, we bought

Hawk, products and flooded to Pavlov at the hut guzzle beer and 
hang out. We sit, in general, an Internet, here come in from 
pisyuchisty Smolensk-Demotion and followed

them Bitl. Decided to look spekovskie demo showed pisyukam
tstsshnyh last year's favorites
LF 'SC, the sight they
little ofigeli and asked: Is a cake was added megahertz? This 
is because, that once they too were

Speck. We amicably obfakali pisyuk and replied that coders 
theirs - shit. They admitted this and said,

that this by itself is not on the PC
zabatsat.

Here called the Equator, and expressed
shared desire to Justinas (who had already lived with him a 
couple of days) to join our

tusne. Pasha was not against it, so
specifically as sweetening their Rodak to the country, spend 
their weekends there and do not interfere with our good time. 
After some time to draw the Equator, Justinas. For pleasant 
conversation and drinking beer, I found that Vladimus (real 
name of Justinas) never read my "Ottyaga", because his 
misunderstanding of Russian Slang. Download the latest at the

moment number ADV, I began
teach him the basics of slang, as
expressions like: "Let's take
jug and come plump with Telco
enter it into some confusion. Learning occurs
about an hour, after which we were joined by Miguel, who had 
managed to the time by sleep.

Chant remained in the presence of beer,
we called Psycho, which is naturally suggested that we take
little white yummy and go to
the nearest park with a thump elkam
as the judges.

They took vodka, Pivtsov, chips, and
Trooping knocked on the green.
Bukhanov lasted until dusk, after which it was
decided to go to the center to walk and go back to Pavlov (he
Smolensk and the Mad Dog broke away from the
us and went home). On visiting
monument to Yakub Kolas, we squander at Victory Square and 
passed through the underground passage directly to the 
monument, we decided to sfotkatsya. Miguel took the camera and 
sat on the ass, and we who squatting, and some standing, 
zakuchkovalis against the monument. Not Micah had otschelkat 
all fotik as from nowhere, appeared the Belarusian element (as 
open space there, we It seemed that he was sitting in ambush

for Christmas trees), and said that to sit on
this area is prohibited. Miguel said that we do not care,
made one more shot and we happily piled up since Equator
began to get nervous. After he told us
said that all of us could easily tie and take a menturu.
We (as the Russians) would be released, and
he actually threatened to day. Here is a Cop chaos going on in 
Minsk. By the way, in my observation, the behavior of Miguel 
When he arrived in Minsk, has changed dramatically - from the 
cultural and intelligent young man he became a hamovatogo

uebka who started defiant conduct, (especially in relation to 
the cops and other officials) using partial impunity (in the 
sense of administrative violations) Russians in Belarus. After 
this incident we decided that for now, our cultural program is 
completed, and of me, Elf, Alff, Justinas

and Bitl pushed to Pavlov, and
Equator and Miguel went on
homes.

For what went down in the subway
Nyamiga station and waited for the train. Then I fastened 
another Minsky reality - the people at the station

crammed just Nemer, free virtually
was, and how to sit on the bench and it did not go at all, such
either in Moscow or in St. Petersburg, I never
not seen. Standing, waiting, at 5
minutes - no trains, people are coming, yet three minutes later 
and hear a buzz in the tunnel there is light. If we consider 
that the people have waited until our arrival, the

easily can be calculated that
evening in Minsk metro runs every 10-15 minutes. Because
This year or two ago on this
stations global happened
crush with human victims.
Because this area is located in the center of Minsk, and to
is also a favorite place for city-wide throughout tusni
Minsk youth, then in the evening with
People are leaving this station
just Nemer, and if we
low bandwidth
Metro, one can imagine that
there was inside the station when
Outdoor rain. Rushed people underground, underground people, 
and so complete, and the contact rail jump nobody wanted

In general, the transition was crushed
death of about 40 people. There
even on the walls still hang their
photographs and relatives are
there flowers. Yes ... But in our case was not so bad when
We finally pushed into a
car, personally I firmly pressed it to his three young cool
heifers, so that within a few stops, I felt no twinge of 
conscience over his body soft girlish ass, and elastic

chest;)

Reaching the Pasha, we reasonably
understand that we want to eat and under
led by the home owner
knocked down to the nearest night-light, so
in Minsk, all shops are divided into day (open until
20.00) and the clock (which
very little). Bought dumplings
mayonnaise, bread, beer and, of course,
a couple of casks of vodka, we went
ago. Prepared zakus, sat down at pasha in the room and began to
jug. Spilling all around
50 oz. vodka, beer, opened on
zapivku (Pasha pulled out a bottle of his own good, since
All beers prefers
namely him) and drank the first.
Everything. We felt good and we are following the adage: 
"between the first and second - a small gap,

decided immediately to continue. Drank a second, we learned
even better, but then I noticed that
Justinas was a strange conversation-Russian almost completely 
disappeared from his vocabulary, leaving only Lithuanian, 
occasionally dilutable English obscenities. We figured that 
Justinas already drunk. Kostyan also asked how well he visited 
the International Vodka Drinking Party, pursued at home

Yerzmyey. What Vladimus replied: "They're drinking a little 
(like in 25 gr.), And Belarusians pour too much. "After that, 
he still tried to pour beer in the pile than we are surprised 
and amused. 

Overturning another pair of drinks in
Our strong Russian-Belarusian
stomachs, we reshli watch Beavis and Batheda which the screw in
Pavlova was in bulk. Topics
time Justinas thoroughly
drunk, and began to behave inadequately, by Khoi-dick then 
withdrew my head a baseball cap and said,

that will give the morning. On the question: "Why did she?"
came the reply - "We must !!!". Then
we are within half an hour drinking more, and
place on the couch romp
Bitl'a and Justinas'a (krasnodarets
Lithuanian tried zaborot that
it pretty well). In this
time were made a few shots jeopardize
erotic poses Justinas'a,
however, at the request of Centerfolds
they will not be posted here.
In the end Vladimus passed out, and we dragged the Bone
it in the next room, where
himself Elf (also malopyuschy) passed out on the same bed. The 
rest, as the most persistent, drank beer. Pasha went to sleep 
in a room nurses, Bitl joined Elf'u and Justinas'u. After some 
time, having pressed them to his ass, I lay down on the edge of 
the fourth. 

May 4

Chasm> The morning began with what
Bitl uebal to Psych'u, as he found there some of his
things, Justinas went to Equator'u. And we, after waited for 
the monk and Psycho, they went on wheelbarrows toward 
patipleys. 

Miguel> I am in the morning, safely
overslept, arrived at the appointed time. Protusovavshis
about 15 minutes, decided that we should
would start drinking beer. Therefore went to the stall in 
front, I bought Buttle and camped at a bus stop, which was there

same. And here I sit, watching the people,
quietly going in front
the club. Appears Justinas. I noticed, too, took a beer and sat 
down beside him. So we waited for the other friends. 

Chasm> people. Crowd. Yet does not exist yet
allowed. I inspect patipleys,
it is one of the major
Night Club, Minsk-EULA. Interchanging
in nearby exchanger our
Dollars to them even more wood,
we decided to take Miguel
beer ...

Miguel> ... again ...

Chasm> ... it was bitter,
but Belarusian. It is worth noting
Strange Belarusian prices. For example, a bottle of PIT'a "was 
worth 832 Belarusian ruble, but if we consider

that are present in circulation bills up to one ruble (!), you 
can simply bump against. In the end, in the evening, in the 
pockets of my pants there was a funny picture - in

one pocket, I lay an opened roll of toilet paper, and in
second this whole crazy delivery,
moreover, when buying the next
beer, I sometimes confuse the pockets that
it was not surprising;)

In general, while we were not allowed, I managed to 
nazhbanitsya. Beginning of the procedure zapuskaniya inside 
everyone. I loudly and drunkenly spoke about some personalities 
passing by me, and that the owners of the club asshole, because 
inside pivische and generally any drinks and Hawk smuggle 
prohibited. In the end came, and my all pass, but since I

was already quite drunk at the
torque and vel themselves the most challenging of all the 
crowd, I did not empty, even for the money paid. Dude from face 
control explained to me that I should protusovatsya half an 
hour on the street, so sober bit. Hulya do shovel out, and then 
I realize that I want to take a shit. Turning his attention to 
the house across the street, I go along to him. Look around in 
search of a secluded place and I notice the descent into the 
basement, which no one is protected and is not locked. I

tear off some leaves and klena
went down. Successfully completing this mission, I once again
fling at the world and trying to break into patipleys that
successfully obtained.

Miguel> Yes, we, unlike some, just hit the club. I
exist yet brother and sister said that
this place looks like inside so
themselves.

Chasm> However, inside was cool, chillout, where we 
nazhbanivshimsya Bitl'om and absolutely sober pisyukami rested 
on the couch. 

Miguel> Herr, it was not chillout,
it's just inside the room was
with sofas, tables and other herney type bar. A chillout
was on the street, there was a room with a wall on the 
perimeter, umbrellas and plastic chairs.


Chasm> Here in these cool sofas we prosirali all declared 
component, which for the first day there was very little, 
because, first place bother with

connecting hardware to the projector, by the way, settling, and 
then warm-up began to twist demos' intros to the various types 
of patis Assembly, Mekka etc In Generally, most of this shnyaga

I've seen, so I decided drinchat.
Since I figured that if I go out and nazhbanyus, then I
already tochnyakom not be allowed back
inside, even for presentation on the ticket, for which (one 
day) I paid about 70 Russian rubles, I decide to drink beer at 
a local bar. I went to the counter and slowly be amazed, as I 
understand that the 0.5L. "Fat Man" is about 60

Russian rubles (apparently, it was cool import), but huyli
do-go out and buy. Beru
and go to the sofa. Pugh, then to
I joined Bitl.

In the end, I take off from reality, and I remember only some
color flashes on the screen, accompanied by the sultry sound.
Speck so in full and did not show on this day, as the 
organizers themselves were not sober ... Yet showed different 
pisyukavye demos and intros, I well-mug for a mug -

drinchal beer and nearly fell asleep under the
mp3 compo ... Soon all were
wait for the famous hidden
part, because it realized that the first
day was catching nothing ...

Miguel> I left early because
that my religious relatives
blown sanctify eggs (alas,
not mine) and various karavaychiki. But
For some reason everyone was busy, well, there
Various preparations for Easter and
the like, so I
My sister and I had to go and watch this horrible procedure, we 
can tell, the conveyor, the sanctification of the above items. 
In Anyway, I just do not blevanul ... But

Then at home I was waiting for wine each ...

Chasm> Organizers announced
that today it is all over and it's time to rake out all already 
on the street, as soon became the club goes directly to the 
main mode of operation. We are bone and Sanya looked around and 
realized that indeed it is time to throw, as the club slowly 
began to penetrate sisyastuyu legged whores, and bykovatogo 
form individual males, such as suspicious glances at

half-drunk crowd is not particularly presentable dressed young 
men. It is not surprising that the facility

attend a similar contingent
as an official entry to the club cost $ 10 for heifers and
$ 15 for Crutes boys.

All kicked out onto the street and began to
drinchat cheap beer. After some time, there were the organizers 
and the people declared that they planned joint

buhalovo in the Belarusian forest in
avoid excesses with the cops.

And it is here that started the most important part of 
Millennium. Arriving on the outskirts of town, we found

a nearby shop where
there was vodka. Buying the right
amount of alcohol, snacks and
cigarettes, we poprlis into the woods.
Slop pisyuki as
T-Rex'ov bought
Pepsi-Cola. Isaiah was trying to do the same thing, but because 
of their spekovskih roots had not

happened. Field on which we
sat and tried to accommodate
All, but no it does not work out. And then
We understand that some people
have a good time together and some do not. Muscovites, in most
her, sat on the sidelines and became
eat some food, drinking
her soda.

Initially, we were sitting with Sanya, Kostyadloy and me. Drank 
in 3 hari. Then the basement Sinus / Savers Alliance, and we 
have infinitely drink for the honor of cake. Then

Our vodka is over and we cellars to the total mass, where I 
started robust design pour. Then I close

met with a teapot hero known Belarusian Games
style ZN, afrobelorusom and
Besides amizhnikom Edicom, Fenomen'ami, Spectre, and Brom'om
many others. Drinch was in full swing. Sent a messenger more
for some vodka and beer.

<warning: events described may not fully reflect realnosti>

Meanwhile, Andrei Isayev,
razgoryachnny alcoholic drinks (vodka + champagne = rules), 
tried to run almost naked through the woods, but under

the influence of external factors was
stopped and priveden to a normalized state. Mad Dog is no longer
could stand on their feet and therefore
just crawling. Once again heading to the nearest piss
Christmas trees, someone found one
from ours in the sense of scenery, which was lying there with 
his unbuttoned pants. Apparently, people went to piss, took an 
end and in this position completely passed out;) Together, 
people told his four limbs to the clearing and laid there until 
sober. Also, there was minimal

fight with the local gopotoy, but for our numerical advantage
They quickly realized that to catch them
nehuy and quickly withdrew, the
more than someone from our as
offensive weapons employed
guitar, which is by hitting the head
Gopnik has come into complete disrepair.

Later, I remember that Fatal Snipe
poltorahu brought beer, but I snatched the bottle and rolled on
grass, clutching his legs
Battle, trying not to give it to anyone. Between me and even 
Edicom There was minimal comic

fight for jug, but I did not lose because he said that will 
sleep hour, and it will save me later from

sushnyaka. Saved.

<End of warning. true things>

Exit out of the woods

Liquid nazhbanivsheysya crowd we
began to move his feet on the Belarusian proslochnoy road, 
beating the dust of his limbs. Pavel Pavlov then offered us

(CPU'shnikam) to take the car and go to his house in order to 
sleep. Since we had to eat nefig,

we decided to call the store. While riding in a wheelbarrow, 
for some reason I became a think in Lithuanian, as Justinas. 
Getting out of the car, I already fully felt

Lithuanians and even started to talk with Baltic accent. In
shop looked at me
strange, but the sausage Vse still sold. And vodka, too.

Came to the house to Pasha, and devoured,
drank vodka. And then I decided to wash. Climbed into the tub, 
turned on hot water. I was nishtyak, but

I did not notice that the water started to overflow the tub. 
When the bath procedure was over and I got out of the bath, 
then joined in a puddle about 2'h cm layer. Well, I think, 
popados, something needs to be addressed rapidly, as there was 
already a real threat that I'm flooding the lower neighbors 
Pasha and they become very tense. I

picked up some dirty towel
and the mother herself was an undertone
remove water from the floor. Removed.

Elf> psychedelic sounds of struck my mind when I went to the
WC, directly adjacent to the bathroom.

- Well, you, Vova and ugly, well, you
Vova and uebok! - Razdavalis muffled cries through the wall.
I asked what happened, but after hearing yet another rude, but 
now my address, I decided to leave Chasm'a alone. 

Chasm> Then Pasha surprised
why the rug, which lay
near a bath tub, a wet and squelchy, and I just kept quiet with
vile smile. By the way, the next day there was another
shnyaga, after which the Pasha became
generally look askance at me. In
the same bathroom in his junk crane bush of one of the cranes,
ie it is not closed and out of
continuously flowing water. In general, I
it was finally turned off and out of vodischa just become 
permanently Lash, as well as all were permanently drunk, it was 
shit. 

So how drunk I flunked all my
clothes on the floor, she naturally
wet, and drenched all
my cash. In accordance with its
forces pressing out ee I ee shoved under his arm and walked 
out. Pasha and others were surprised by the CPU in my mokrosti 
equivalent to things. I napizdel that they fell into the bath 
they believe;) hung rags on the balcony, I suggested another 
drink. Drank. Soon Elf went sleep. Finishing his rest, Pasha

followed him, Sasha slumped on the sofa, which was left in
our disposal, and I, as a true connoisseur and lover, sat
acquainted with the enormous Flap
pornokollektsiey. Alone
pictures he had on the four-screw that
about 10 gig. All this was accompanied by listening to the 
track "Fear Factory "-" Machines of hate ", delivered by me to 
repeat. Having spent nearly two hours, but did not inspection 
before the end of the whole list, I also passed out, surpassing 
Alff'a Flap on the couch.




May 5

The next morning it turns out that many hours listening to the 
aforementioned composition is not the best way affected Sasha's 
psyche, and the next two days, he behaved very aggressively, 
just like a big machine HATRED. After which he proclaimed 
several theses that explain why the CPU - a bunch of dirty 
bastards. In my opinion, they sounded something like this:


1. CPU will never be deemed to
opinions of others.

2. CPU never wait for no man.

3. CPU general poher at all and
everything.

Well, breakfast. Received on an Internet latest work. All
ended successfully and we screw
poebali on patipleys. Climbed into
elevator, pressed the button to go.
But close. Elevator is goddamned
stuck. Here we understand that to
party is an hour, and all are at work spekovskie
screw, which is also stuck in
lift. Begin to worry
click on the button call electrician. In
lift us crammed four, though three are not frail
build. It was cramped, it was becoming stuffy and hot, to the
well, I'm very strong and smelly Perju
because of yesterday's vodka and ravioli;) Air is absolutely 
unfit for respiration, and we understand that this will not 
last long. Kostyan clicks emergency call button, and

the question of the dynamics of that with us
occurred, beginning with the heart-rending
hoarse yelling into the microphone:

- We are all here'll die! "
- And then tries to decompress
wing lift.

Our wild cries responds
some passes by elevator
woman who tries to help
us from the outside. In the end, the fitter arrived safely 
rescued us, and we took the car, drove to patipleys.


There's DJ MOHAX and reported that
Psych on the second day does not appear,
as lying about the house with creepy
booze and jumped pressure;) Some people patipleys
was somewhat smaller,
as some with a hangover is not
could move. I noticed that no
enough afrobelorusa Edik and
Wolf'a. The latter, as I later
were told to approach him
own home otpinala gopota. Yes ... By the way, amazing
situation - to the party, which took place in Minsk, I have not 
noticed many Belarusian scenery. For example

otsutstovala body crew and
Mast. Somehow it makes me wonder, are the chips I had noticed 
on CC, where visitors to my mind more than the natives.


Began a second day of MLN. At first it was, as I remember, game
compo. Was presented two
games - some pisyukovye race and
Our Plasmodium. Astral
Complex. Before our game was
launched 3D movie, which made
Magnetik, roller had to introduce viewers to rate the game's 
plot. But as Magnetik hurry, yes

and video on compo pc somehow
inhibited, no one kerf
in the heart of the matter. Okay ... In general, we sat down 
with Alff'om for claves, hacked, incidentally fakaya (on behalf 
of the virtual players) each other. Urinated robust design! 
Later us approached some people and said that

some Australian siskin ucheredil bonus of $ 100 winner in each 
category of game components - PCs and the spectrum, 
respectively. Since Sanya won first place, it oheritelno

glad people gave Sana'a soap
Chizha to Sanya myself with him
Probably copied it. As it turned out
later, an Australian fuck Sanya - Sanya got a letter, asked for 
the address to send the loot through Western Union. But we lave

did not wait: (And dick with
These, however, after this shnyaga Sanya cooled to Plasmodium, 
so that the full game can no longer

wait, though it would be very interesting, because the MLN was
represented only part of the action,
even though it was planned, and tactical.

Then there were other spekovskie
com, PC graphics and intros. Describe here all this has
sense, as all have seen
these works. Therefore, I will talk about
atmosphere of the second day, and that there
generally occurred.

Since many were already with booze
and managed to spend their money
before, the major beer no one else dabbled. Only in
Isai corner sat with the other
Muscovites and his ugly face in a cracked
a mug for a mug;) Other
preferred to go outside, buy a Battle in the stall and the warm
May sun consume beer
on the street.

During the intro, I com
Located near the Fatal Snipe
and popped him for life and the stage.
Freeman was sitting up and somehow tuporylo pin up Snipe, 
hinting at his homosexuality;) then turn on air conditioners 
and it was so cold that I escaped from Hall, as I also have

start pounding with a hangover (neher
was sot for four consecutive days).
Walking past the traditional sheet of drawing paper, where you 
can write any crap, I found modestly below the inscription

"Kano - Cockerel, see Isaiah
yesterday still someone very doebal. Laughed, I went to
street to warm up and sip at the same time
cheap beer. When I returned,
I noticed that Elf interviews Spectre and Fenomen, all
they are comfortably settled in chillout, since was declared a 
recess. 

After some time, began to show pisyukovye intros. Everything 
went normally, until my turn came

Bitl'a to its intra flatly refuses to run. The organizers tried 
to restart it a couple times, but so as not fucking achieved. 
Began to look Bitl'a, he showed up on the street drinchayuschim 
beer. His brought to the PC and Asked what the problem is, what

Bitl swept pisyuk cloudy eyes
and said: "Iron you-SHIT"
then went out and bought
More jug itself. His intro we did
not seen;), however, and the rest
were also quite settling.

By the way, I was pleased sound. He
was the best of all the party, which I visited, probably,
the presence of club equipment and
literate sound engineering DJ
Monk, but here everything sounds under the emulsion. Shit ...

In the end, all the components of an end, and organizers 
gathered vote sheets, began to consider the results.

We were pleased with the speed - within an hour everything was 
ready and diplomas are signed. Has begun distribution of 
elephants. We have already three diplomas - 1st place in 
Spectrum game compo, 2nd place in Spectrum

music compo and 1st place in rendered gfx. Fenomen encroach 
further more. When coupled with photographs of Fatal Snipe even 
had a hold in his mouth;) As they later told us that last year 
there was a similar picture. 

In principle, MLN on this is over, all winners have reaped
Druck, they all shook hands with the organizers and announced 
Millennium 1902 closed. All raked in

street. Sobre a small crowd,
was the group photo> several fotikom after
What began quietly local
diverge.

Afterparty

Agreeing with Pavlov that
Fatal Snipe CPU and will come to him
night, we in the CPU, Fenomen, Justinas and Spectre went for a 
walk around the city, after scoring with an arrow Equator'om 
Two hours later on Yakub Kolas.


In general, went aimlessly.
It is worth noting some
small differences from the Russian
realities. Firstly, we were struck
a huge amount of cool
girls, who meet on
everywhere - in almost all
their breast size is not less than the second, and each second 
is also quite attractive on the face. I often found himself on 
the fact that starting to turn around after some of them. 
Thinking, we have explained this by saying that this far has 
not gotten to the Tatar-Mongol yoke and not spoiled radical 
Slavic blood) or all the beautiful Belarusians gathered in the 
capital, more likely, but may and first and second.


Still have pinned that 99% of the signs and posters on
the streets are written in Belarusian,
and almost all people speak
Russian. During the five days that I spent in Belarus, I only 
twice heard behalf of the Belarusian language.

While the name vaguely familiar, but still not clear and
something even funny. For example, do you think it means
"Chasopisy? Turns out, it
merely "newspaper", ie written
per hour. Of course, relish hutka "
literally translated as "fast
delicious ", but understand that it is fast
food is more complicated. In general, such jokes were still 
quite and all I do not remember.


Devoured with relish hutke in Minsk
hot dogs in 10 Russian rubles
zapili beer and pushed aside
local amusement park. People are walking, so are we. Pinned
the low local version
roller coaster, we went to the gym
slot machines, where our
veschemu emotion found
preserved from the Soviet
times, but working machine "torpedo attack" pinned. As a child 
I was much more accurate, though probably a skill lost. Come 
back leisurely step, reached the subway, where

met safely with Equator'om.

Leaving the square, we face to face
met DJ Monk, who
entertained the Muscovites. Around them
a crowd of acquaintances Monk informals. Edge of the ear, I 
heard he was going to fly have a plan for the girls. Inquiring 
at the price tag, I realized that Minsk plan road -15 $ per 
ship. We have over the kind of money can take a ship killer 
cake or even find the plastic. Turning the area, we climbed on 
himself monument and sharply sfotkalis, until we are zazhopili 
cops. Well us-it was shit, soared

Again Belarusians.

Then we visited the monument,
dedicated to the soldiers in Afghanistan.
The monument itself was on
island in the middle of a smelly canal.
Passed the bridge, pinned
construction, robust design illuminated by searchlights. 
Dropped their coins in the fountain of the sacrificial some 
weeping angel. Although why the hell there throwing the coin, I 
did not understand. Alff been tried climb hand into the 
fountain for their favorite foreign donations, Equator but 
explained that action is sinful. Came from the island and 
decided to once again reach Prospect. At this time, between

I, Spectre and Justinas'om
dispute over the U.S. rulez
or not. Vladimus usiralsya that
America - is a cool country with a
very high intellectual
level, but our view was the opposite. Moreover, we argued
that the entire U.S. science and culture are moving 
predominantly naturalized foreigners.


Then we went down the avenue.
Come on, then go and suddenly I notice a beautiful building in 
the baroque style with columns, well, I think the local 
theater, perhaps, but then realize that something is

not true - people do not go right, and
trying to cross the road. I asked
Equator, which is this building, on
me that he modestly replied that
this is the only remaining in the world by the KGB. We 
immediately have a desire to be photographed on the background 
of the sights. 

- Better not - afraid of the Equator. - In the same chamber.
Special services because everything down.

We promised to do everything
-quick and dump. Make a couple of shots and our yustinosovsky
cameras and is going to
go further. But then Miguel makes his most otvyaznyh action for 
all time spent in Minsk, he runs to the nearest

chamber, bouncing closer / higher the lens and shows the KGB 
men bold the FAQ! 

- Come on! - Yells someone from the Belarusians - caught, as we 
fucked up will!


The main crowd is already
a couple of buildings ahead of us, and we
Miguel slowly go further. Equator and then another pair of
quarters looked around, waiting for
see the masks show with dubinalom.
But frostbite this does not
ended. Since beer was
be felt, and public toilets in the center of Minsk is not
provided, then we decide
piss on the nearest building,
Located in a quiet
streets. Justinas tried first, because of their European 
culture, refuse to meet personal needs, but then still decide, 
but Ssali not on the plastered walls, and on

next growing tree. At the same time
all saying: "It's uncivilized," but still Ssali;)

Then there was one more joke about
Catholic Church, where we
Trooping decided sfotkatsya.
Elf got bots on some
mat that was lying in an alcove next to the statue of the 
Virgin. In Overall, while we are preparing

fotogrovatsya, came to the church
man and began to patiently wait until we finish the procedure. 
We are moving away from the church and I corner of my eye I 
notice that guy kneels on the same pad and begins to pray ... 
Yes, that's we are rogues;)


In principle, then nothing interesting happened. We have Decl 
chat, got to the station, where agreed to meet in the morning. 
Miguel went to relatives, Spectre home, and Justinas poebal

to the equator, accompanied by the owner. Well, we, as part of 
me Elf, Alff and flooded Fatal Snipe

on the house to the Pasha.

Arrived pohavali, drank beer,
looked around a couple of hours Beavis and Batheda ... Here Elf 
decided check the quality of the recording

tapes for which we have written interview. It was then that we 
come upon disappointment. As it turned out shitty kostyadlin 
recorder glyuknul globally, and all three tapes, which he 
recorded for the the last two days, were

pristine, ie, white noise
and nothing more. Here popados!
There, in theory, should have been
so ekslyuziva! ; (Even an interview with Isay, where he
confirmed / denied the various rumors about MKHG and their 
releases. Well okay, although Kostyan strongly

upset and even wanted to
am going home, but here Snipe
offered us tusnyu in Mogilev
nochevkoy at his home. Prikinuv
it would be nishtyak, we agree.

After the breakup with cassettes Elf
himself offered a drink of vodka, although
uses the product in a fairly moderate quantities.
Purchased. Drank. CPU and Pavlov
gradually cut off, and Snipe
sat down at the computer and sat behind him yet
midnight, copying various spekovsky Varese with screws to the 
benefit of It prisutstvala entire groin collection, including 
the unforgettable Virtual TR-DOS. 

May 6

Awakening had some tugovat because drink for five consecutive 
days, In my opinion, equal to an equivalent number of days 
vorochaniya heavy bags. Something like pushed his way under the 
eyes and washed broken tap, we dozhrali

last purchased products.
Snipe calls home in the grave and
warns families that now
in the evening he will visit, what type to back home
prepared for our arrival.
Hung out a few more
hours together, said goodbye to
Pasha and poebali to the station, where
We had a boom with Miguel, Ecuador.

We arrived at the station, greeted
people who bought tickets, as well as to
train grave was still an hour
two, decided pobuhat beer. Traded the Russian Ruble in the 
exchanger and Zatar beer, bore in

nearest courtyard, where they found a playground. For
drinchem, pizdezhom and rocking on
swing time has flown by somehow
unnoticed, as everything else, Fatal Snipe tried to teach me 
Belorussian mat, I Of course most do not remember, but

my memory is etched, that jerk in Belorussian-shalupatit and
whoever Fingering, respectively shalupets;) Snipe promised to 
send I for OTTYAGA it all in text form, but apparently scored as

so far I have run this
No, although Snipe and sent
some of his shnyaga. It would be better
He further wrote the music as
on his literary career is clearly
no rushing;) Denya excuse, but it
true.

Hauled to the station, as
the time has come, have met
Zeg'a and D-Art'a, who pinned
to imagine any pisyukavye glands to upgrade your 
dengopoglotitelya. Plunged into a train waved to the equator 
and Miguel pens (the latter remained in

Minsk with relatives for 10 more
days) and drove off.

For five hours we managed to share their impressions of MLN, I
listened to 3 albums "Bad Sector"
on kostyatskom mp3 player
and Decl sleep. When the train stopped at the end station, 
already beginning to get dark.


D-Art and Zeg went home, and we
decided in a literal sense is not
on the spot to buy tickets
tomorrow to Moscow, because eighth
May we have there was an arrow with
John'om Ivanoff'ym. We first wanted to get tickets to Moscow, 
Orsha and Orsha to get on the commuter. However, the price we 
did not arranged as it was for our on

Currently already scarce, Finance nemerenoe. Scratched turnips,
thought, think again and ponapryagav some time cashier, took 
money for detselnye tickets for a passing train Gomel to Moscow 
in a strange trailer car, which will be

connect directly to the main compound in Mogilev.
Satisfied, we have changed 50
Russian rubles to the station exchanger, Mogilev bought beer 
and went to the house Fatal Snipe'a, led by the owner.


Ramps home Snipe, in contrast
from the capital, were not equipped with
intercom, even though the house was new and
pretty decent, therefore we
without Zapara penetrate and climbing the floor we need to fall 
into an apartment. Then we waited large, but pleasant shock - as

We are accustomed to pohuisticheskomu
against the Pasha to the guests, we were pleasantly surprised 
when my mother Fatal Snip'a offered us

a little rest in the room
son, as she is about to be warmed all of us to dinner, which
a bit cool because of what we
long soared at the station with the purchase of tickets. 
Proceed to the lair of hardcore muzakera, we found a funny kind 
of scorpion in a makeshift wooden housing, which, in the near 
future time, through the columns,

envelope was introduced into our consciousness.

No sooner had we properly look around and to drink beer, have 
been invited to the table - there was almost as in Gogol's 
"Dead Souls" when describing the various aristocratic

feasts 19'go century: the first is not meatless soup, richly 
flavored with sour cream and sprinkled with green onion, then 
mouth-watering pork with a side dish of fried potatoes, three 
kinds of salads, jelly, which is well longed to be strung on

fork and spread stockpiled
beside the mustard, in the form of cold
snacks, reclining in the middle of the table cut slices of ham, 
punctuated by circles proportional to smoked sausages, and for 
dessert we had prepared cheesecakes and pies ... 

At the sight of this wealth of our starving for home food
stsenerskie stomachs so viciously
howled that the natural cpu'shnaya
modesty;) somewhere instantly disappeared, and twice we call
the table was not necessary. This is especially
liking Alff'u, which form the whole of the edible
abundance caused simply euphoric fit. Meanwhile
Mom got out of the locker Fatal'a nehily decanter home,
carefully prepared, brew, infused with spices, and with
words:

- I know you, anyway you vodka
want. Here you are, not to run, and in human rest,
planted it on the table.

Here is what we currently Prochukhan
Belarusian hospitality. First unanimously went under the soup. 
Plates were emptied in a minute and Second, under the toast 
"Speccy RULEZ !!!", was zakushena aspic. Came priyatstvenny

rasslabon and the three following were unanimously drunk for 
MLN, FNM 'CPU;) Personally, I felt almost at home, and came out 
with Snipe the balcony was filled with smoke even

deep location of the species
Mogilev night opening up before me.

I remember, Fatal told me
that early in his muzakerstva
He drove Galimov pop music, but after
plays never'skogo Tracks
"A1200" in the intro to ADV # 6, he
realized that the hard Techno on the Speke
easily realizable. From this I deduced a chip that modern Techno
on the sinter has two schools - from Chelyabinsk, from 
Ironman'a - D-Jooz from Rybinsk, from Never'a

Fatal Snipe, C-Jeff (not counting
Ahim'a and Moran'a), well here is it
that we can mention IMP'a
and Evolver'a from Gomel, which
also undoubtedly influenced the
tekkno music scene. Well, who with
I do not agree, can certainly
yelling, but the place it on the green
meadows, as used to say Unbeliever
;)

After the meal we had Decl sat behind a computer, use
program Freaker and imperfections Mogilev PBX, so that
call home free then. Gladdened magnet with first place in the 
pc rend gfx, and I called home.


Nishtyaki did not end,
as soon we were
given clean linen and
we as white people fell on fresh sheets and blankets sheltering.

May 7

I woke up from what is in the room
looked boyfriend Deneen
sisters who spent the night, respectively, in her bed,) for
hinted that his outfit consisting of shorts.

- Hey, Russia! Breakfast will be? - He asked.

I tore the head from the pillow and nodded. Until we tear his 
eyes and folded linens, sestruha Snipe has already prepared us 
tea and sandwiches. Breakfast, I asked permission to wash, took

Shower. Meanwhile, the basement of the house D-Art and 
pritaranil source their demos "Oxygen", which they

make the third year and all unreleased threatening, now at
CAFe03, sources igruhi
"Matrix", which they apparently
never finished and the three
drive source archives
"Awaken". We watched it
all pinned on "Awaken",
saw finally landing and
flight in the atmosphere, burned himself
that's all. By the way, who would dare to complete this global 
project welcome because As far as I

understand Fenomen'am source is not sorry, and we are even more 
so. True, it features a leg break, as

told us to D-Art and is likely to
but there's no one dick is not
understand, and he scored, because at 90%
willingness to play, met with
woman and put the device on
Speck in principle.

Then the basement and brought it all Zeg
those compacts with the HRC demami that FNM won at MLN. 
Kostyadla immediately burned it all rewritten, but faced with 
the problem of empty otsutststviya dummy, which we had

Zatar the eyeballs only
tomorrow, and then in Moscow. Therefore,
We decided vytsepit some pisyushnogo Siskin, who brings boobs 
from Moscow and, accordingly, the cheapest in Mogilev. 
Vytseplyat boy went into local university, as it turned out,

Chizha there is no need to go
on the outskirts of Mogilev. This I remember that on the return
the way we crossed the foot bridge
across the Dnieper River, which in Mogilev
width of only twenty meters,
such as our local Rybinsk
river cherry, which flows into the
Volga. D-Art went home to write us a freshly bought boobs, but 
we decided to hike trip around the city in order to pozyrit

local attractions.

I still remember the local pawnshop, which
bold reminded me of the Soviet
during the late eighties, with
cool selection of those
years. We have in Rybinsk such stores already, and you will not 
find. There really were fucking black and white televisions for 
ridiculous prices, about 200 Russian rubles, some

old, but nezasvechenye films and other fun little thing.

In general, we went back to the Dene,
on the road trying other varieties of beer from Mogilev. In my 
opinion it was too bitter and had a low-density ... something 
smacks of Rybinsk, sample start nineties. We also visited

center of Mogilev, where they visited
local version of the Arbat, a local
supermarket, as well as a place of youth hangouts, where robust 
design drank beer. 

Came to Fatalov, sat down at the comp. Here
Deneen mother began to regale us again. At this time it was a 
lot of pancakes with coffee / tea. In the end, came D-Art and 
brought written demos. Pancakes delivered large plates, up until

is all present, including Alff'a, so get drunk, that these
most cakes have simply not climbed.

Evening was approaching, and with Zeg
D-Art'om came home. Passed
another couple of hours and we decided to move to the station. 
Deneen said goodbye to the friendly mom, she invited us all to 
come and marched to the station. It was then and

there was a little funny - at
last money Fatal Snipe
decided to buy good beer,
to have a drink with us at parting.
Long steamed himself near the station tent, and eventually 
bought for big money (25 Russian rubles) nedodelanoe beer (or 
fortified lemonade) of the "Baltic party mix ";) He, 
unknowingly, hoped that there will be no less

10% of alc (because never drank, and
relied on the real price), well
and Dene had to swallow nedopivo-polulimonad;) took pity on 
him, I bought a normal beer, and we sat in anticipation 
nenapryazhno podtsepleniya to the composition of our car. At 
last photographed against the backdrop of the station, said 
goodbye, we climbed the train and went ...


May 8

When the train was approaching the end
station, the time was about
eleven o'clock in the morning. Moscow
met us with sunny and warm
weather. Raked out of the car and
went to Yaroslavsky Station
As always, we decided to get to
birthmark of the city for a minimum
money through our regional center.
Came to Yaroslavl and figured that the next train leaves in 
half an hour, and we still need to get on Mitinskaya market.

The next train departs
about 15 hours, and if the train was late in Yarik, we would
had to strain for the night
at the station, since the path
Moscow-Yaroslavl takes approximately 5 hours, and commuter train
in Rybinsk departs at 20.30. Then his voice Alff and tells us
that he has to hang for Jam
us at this fucking Moscow,
which he personally has no dick is not
necessary, and also this dirty town ostopizdil him more on the 
way there. However, we would have to Zatar boobs and some 
piskavymi glands for ever, therefore, on the radio market to go 
after all necessary. Sanya decides to go on

near the train, and we therefore took the tickets to the next, 
going to Mitino. 

We meet John, plump with him,
while waiting for our cheap discs, manage to eat all
Our favorite shawarma. Take the boobs, negotiate with
John, that we write him bend
freshly bought for A1200 and
ebaem to the station. Take another beer
Hawk and different for the remaining
money, because boobs cost is cheap, entrain, drink
poltorahu. Kostyan almost
immediately passed out, and I, sipping another poltorahu, 
considering zaokonnye landscapes under FF'BS.

Especially pinned me Sergiev
and townsmen marshy landscape on
approach to Rostov, as usually overcame this way or
bus or at night.

Alff> Well, I went to Yaroslavl and
decided to travel home by bus because the train went through 
three hours and buses run through the half. Pick up the bus and 
realize that he was in the company of three drunken men, who 
thumps the vodka, though two of them went to the next stop, in 
Tutaev. Do nothing, we have to plump for two of the remaining 
0.7 liters. Came home I had a good ukvashennym. 

Chasm> I lie, I listen to music and
here understand that our train too
is too long for the next
stop. As it turned out, our
of missed some early
train which was late by 20
min. Elf and then wakes up, too
begins to slowly steam. But
most Zapara happens when we podezzhaem to Yaroslavl and
notice that the scoreboard 20.35. Well,
think - fucked. Flies out of the car and sharply figachim 
through the underground passage to our suburban. Before we sit 
down, as the train moves off. Buy tickets directly from the 
conductor, relax, and the following two o'clock listen Mouzon, 
however, left without beer, as time

buy it was not. When the lights of his native city, I personally
very happy, because such
long and hardcore trip I was not. I have not even arrived
to the passenger station, and went
on the product and went on foot to
home. Along the way came in the night light and finally bought 
a pair of Battle Rybinsk beer;)