City #12 14 мая 1999

Самиздат

Beech - The Adventures of Shtiplitsa and one another in ppiklyucheniya Bopmana.

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                        BEECH
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  Shtirlitsa adventures and other adventures Bormann


                    continued


  Stirlitz lying on the bed, holding in one hand
newspaper Sovetskaya Brazil, and in another - the bank
corned beef and pretended to be asleep. Mueller carefully
took off his boots on all fours and crawled to the table
which the five-pointed star had been placed the bottle of 
vodka. Pulled out a bottle of the upper left-hand ray stars, 
Mueller ran sharp teeth into the tube with cotton and uncorked 
a recalcitrant old tub. Glotnuv from the neck, he felt much 
better, and belched. From the familiar sound Stirlitz came from 
thoughts of corned beef and fat, and opened one eye. In the 
corner of the room Mueller drinking vodka out of his stocks.


  - What are you swarm? - Stirlitz dissatisfied
squirmed and scratched with a grinding pace.

  - Bede, Stirlitz plot ... - Muller filled mouth
sandwich with liver sausage, and showed Stirlitz
leaflet Bormann.

  - So, the plot weaves Borman? - Stirlitz
It was about the worst views. Mueller shook his head 
affirmatively and sent in his mouth the second sandwich. 

  - Chhal I were in his plot - said Stirlitz selected third 
sandwich and threw Mueller in the window. 

  Prizemlivis in an already familiar to all of them a bed, 
Mueller sneezed and hurt drawled:


  - Nobody does not like me ... And over the head with me, and
potatoes, cleaned me ...

  He straightened panamku with love unhooked from her 
build-burr and walked in the direction in which left Bormann 
and Pastor Schlag. 

  In vain Stirlitz so snubbed
machinations of petty dirty dog. Borman scattered its
leaflets throughout the colony of the Third Reich, and in the 
evening near his home crowd sobraals indifferent Blacks listen 
to another revolutionary. The last time revolutionary, just 
like cannibals with offshore islands. They have it and ate it.


  - My friends! - Borman, standing on a makeshift podium, 
waving his stained handkerchief and made possible a more 
welcoming face. 

  Negros looked at him as soon as possible indifferent and thus 
gave to understand that the Tambov Wolves Bormann friends.


  Borman screamed, promised, threatened, but an indifferent 
population enslaved by the Brazilian people regarded the him 
with incomprehension. 

  Borman threw the handkerchief on the dusty ground, spat, and 
went down from the podium. 

  The case decided to help the pastor Schlag. Raised his foot, 
he climbed onto the podium and said, no hope, however,

would find an understanding of:

  - What women want?

  Negros excitedly jumped up and growled. The pastor thought he 
said something wrong, and tried to slip away, but he got caught.


  - Where is she? - Asked impatiently fat bearded mulatto, 
playing with sharpened machetes and iridescent biceps. 

  - K-Who is she? - Stammering, he asked the pastor.

  - Ta Femina, about which you said - a mulatto with
doubt looked at the pastor, clicked his tongue and
was even worse was playing with a machete.

  - So all the women in the harem of Stirlitz - screeched
Pastor Schlag, trying to escape from strong hairy
hand, holding his legs, hands, and two or three hairs on his 
bald head puny. 

  - Why this much Caballo Femin? - Thought mulatto. This 
question many times asked myself Borman, when I saw Pastor 
Schlag worn for his secretaries.


  Mulatto dropped the machete himself on the leg. After that, he
happily jumped about twenty minutes, until it was
discarded.

  - You see - with lust began Borman, deciding
take power into their own hands .- Stirlitz this nasty Russian 
pig, took it all of our women. Borman talked and talked, not 
feeling as strong raises his hand in the collar.


  - Who's the pig? - Asked deaf to the pain in the nose
Bormann familiar voice echoes rolled into containers with sugar 
cane. 

  Negros pritihli.Borman insulted a couple more times 
Shtirlitsa said a couple of unkind words about the stew, and 
then strong arm threw him into the jungle.


  "Did I say something wrong?" - Thought
Borman, landing in the biggest thorn thickets. Soon he realized 
that he is deeply mistaken. 

  Stirlitz, took the podium, belched and said:

  - And now all pshli home ... And who is not all that I
otvyknu Bormann listen ...

  Negros silent and parted. Unshakable authority Shtirlitsa 
swayed. Stirlitz, however, did not understand.



              to be continued ...