City #22 26 июля 1999

Демопати

Special Edition - details of forthcoming in Dzerzhinsk demopati Di: Halt 1999.

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                        BEECH
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 Adventures SHTIRLITSA AND OTHER ADVENTURES Borman

                    continued


  Quiet sleep easy and inconspicuous in the desert
prairie town in the Americas, Washington.
Suddenly the sky went Stirlitz razbrosyvaya on
extensive janitorial staff cleaned the area empty cans of stew.

  He stepped onto American soil fertile, champing loudly and 
cursing. On the ground lay a pinch its shoe factories 
"Skorokhod trap, clenching his rusty, dirty mouth.


  "I feel Borman somewhere near" - thought Stirlitz powerful 
effort breaking jaw trap. Trap said: "Khhh ..." and cracked. 
Stirlitz triumphantly threw it away debris and blew his nose. 

  Sound released nose echoed by
sleeping area. Parteigenosse Borman, sitting in a hollow in the
the silence of the forest, he heard a familiar expletive, and 
vividly pricked up his ears. The familiar smell of rotten stew 
has long tickled his nostrils. He climbed on the top of the 
tallest tree and began to stress peer into the darkness.


  A dim light from the star and kerosene lamps for Soviet spy 
satellite. Quietly grumbling hungry owls in the same as that of 
Bormann, the hollows. Parteigenosse went down and I thought 
with pleasure smacking his lips:


  "Stirlitz ...",- and children, the serene smile of his 
bloated fat face. 

  - "I'll nabyu now face - could be heard
close to the pain in all parts of the body of a familiar phrase.

  Borman fearfully looked around and saw Shtirlitsa.

  Running was too late.

  - Do not be angry, Stirlitz, I'm not for you, for I
these ... - He tried to start a peaceful conversation.

  - Are you talking about? - Grimly asked Stirlitz, playing 
with a Mauser. 

  - Do you like - asked Borman - fell into the pit
or a trap?

  - The trap - Stirlitz said, handing him
hand.

  - Well, that's about what I said - said Borman,
feeling a strong hand Shtirlitsa raises his
scruff of the neck.

  Followed by a blow on some very solid
tree and an old man groan and pohryukivaniya.

  - Who is my Garbage? - Asked gently
Stirlitz throwing Bormann of the following tree. Borman
gasped and said, "It's not me."

  -So you're - said Stirlitz. New tree ogrelo
Bormann on his forehead. - And who wove a conspiracy?

  - That is not me - said Borman, barely dodging the next hot 
bitch. 

  - Look, - said Stirlitz. - And a pioneer ...

  Borman, exhausted, sat down in a warm pool and
began to guzzle.

  - Do not drink - just become a goat - advised
Stirlitz.

  - Be-ee-ee - grimly said Borman, rising to
fours. A powerful kick forced him to swim in
a pool with his head.

  - Do not be angry, Stirlitz - asked Borman, getting
to the surface and removing the wet greasy jacket.
You know, as we all love you ...

  - Who is this "we"? - Asked Stirlitz.

  - Why, - said Borman, raising a finger to
Stirlitz listened. Russian intelligence officer, as the 
locator, zavraschal his head he heard the familiar hissing 
easy. 

  - Pastor? - He asked briefly. Borman joyfully
nodded.

  - Fat Pig - said Stirlitz.

  - Who? - Immediately asked Borman.

  - Both of you pigs ...- Stirlitz hissed through clenched 
teeth. 

  - About me - are you in vain, Stirlitz - began Bormann.
- I have since lost three hundred grams of ...

  - Still a pig - Stirlitz said and added:
- Agree, while I did not say worse.

  - Shut up, keep quiet - said Borman. His fat face blurred by 
fat and happy meeting with Stirlitz. 

  - Listen, Bormann, where is theirs American Gestapo? - 
Stirlitz never forgot about work, even when it was.


  Borman shrugged.

  - You should know - he said Stirlitz voice, not
brooked no opposition. Borman cringed.

  - I really do not know Stirlitz - he said, clutching
to the head of his ears. - Go into the Pentagon or the Capitol 
... 


               to be continued ...

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                        BEECH
--------------------------------------------------
 Adventures SHTIRLITSA AND OTHER ADVENTURES Borman

                    continued


  Quiet sleep easy and inconspicuous in the desert
prairie town in the Americas, Washington.
Suddenly the sky went Stirlitz razbrosyvaya on
extensive janitorial staff cleaned the area empty cans of stew.

  He stepped onto American soil fertile, champing loudly and 
cursing. On the ground lay a pinch its shoe factories 
"Skorokhod trap, clenching his rusty, dirty mouth.


  "I feel Borman somewhere near" - thought Stirlitz powerful 
effort breaking jaw trap. Trap said: "Khhh ..." and cracked. 
Stirlitz triumphantly threw it away debris and blew his nose. 

  Sound released nose echoed by
sleeping area. Parteigenosse Borman, sitting in a hollow in the
the silence of the forest, he heard a familiar expletive, and 
vividly pricked up his ears. The familiar smell of rotten stew 
has long tickled his nostrils. He climbed on the top of the 
tallest tree and began to stress peer into the darkness.


  A dim light from the star and kerosene lamps for Soviet spy 
satellite. Quietly grumbling hungry owls in the same as that of 
Bormann, the hollows. Parteigenosse went down and I thought 
with pleasure smacking his lips:


  "Stirlitz ...",- and children, the serene smile of his 
bloated fat face. 

  - "I'll nabyu now face - could be heard
close to the pain in all parts of the body of a familiar phrase.

  Borman fearfully looked around and saw Shtirlitsa.

  Running was too late.

  - Do not be angry, Stirlitz, I'm not for you, for I
these ... - He tried to start a peaceful conversation.

  - Are you talking about? - Grimly asked Stirlitz, playing 
with a Mauser. 

  - Do you like - asked Borman - fell into the pit
or a trap?

  - The trap - Stirlitz said, handing him
hand.

  - Well, that's about what I said - said Borman,
feeling a strong hand Shtirlitsa raises his
scruff of the neck.

  Followed by a blow on some very solid
tree and an old man groan and pohryukivaniya.

  - Who is my Garbage? - Asked gently
Stirlitz throwing Bormann of the following tree. Borman
gasped and said, "It's not me."

  -So you're - said Stirlitz. New tree ogrelo
Bormann on his forehead. - And who wove a conspiracy?

  - That is not me - said Borman, barely dodging the next hot 
bitch. 

  - Look, - said Stirlitz. - And a pioneer ...

  Borman, exhausted, sat down in a warm pool and
began to guzzle.

  - Do not drink - just become a goat - advised
Stirlitz.

  - Be-ee-ee - grimly said Borman, rising to
fours. A powerful kick forced him to swim in
a pool with his head.

  - Do not be angry, Stirlitz - asked Borman, getting
to the surface and removing the wet greasy jacket.
You know, as we all love you ...

  - Who is this "we"? - Asked Stirlitz.

  - Why, - said Borman, raising a finger to
Stirlitz listened. Russian intelligence officer, as the 
locator, zavraschal his head he heard the familiar hissing 
easy. 

  - Pastor? - He asked briefly. Borman joyfully
nodded.

  - Fat Pig - said Stirlitz.

  - Who? - Immediately asked Borman.

  - Both of you pigs ...- Stirlitz hissed through clenched 
teeth. 

  - About me - are you in vain, Stirlitz - began Bormann.
- I have since lost three hundred grams of ...

  - Still a pig - Stirlitz said and added:
- Agree, while I did not say worse.

  - Shut up, keep quiet - said Borman. His fat face blurred by 
fat and happy meeting with Stirlitz. 

  - Listen, Bormann, where is theirs American Gestapo? - 
Stirlitz never forgot about work, even when it was.


  Borman shrugged.

  - You should know - he said Stirlitz voice, not
brooked no opposition. Borman cringed.

  - I really do not know Stirlitz - he said, clutching
to the head of his ears. - Go into the Pentagon or the Capitol 
... 


               to be continued ...