City #23 06 августа 1999

Самиздат

Beech - pohozhdehiya shtiplitsa and one another in ppiklyuchehiya bopmaha.

Adventures SHTIRLITSA AND OTHER ADVENTURES Borman



                    CHAPTER FIVE


  At the Pentagon Shtirlitsa not allowed, as he did not try to 
break the door with his heels. 

  "Bastards" - thought Stirlitz and sent his Skorokhod the 
Capitol. 

  -Stirlitz, and you may speak on the issue? - Before Stirlitz 
was painted girl pleasing appearance in mini-skirt.


  Russian intelligence thought.

  -I am for, but still come in, - he said, taking the lady's 
arm and leading to the Capitol. 

  -Your ticket! "- An unprecedented doorman stood across the 
door and prevented the entrance to their plump shiny torso.


  -Ham! - Stirlitz boiled over, and the doorman somewhere gone.

  "And the next time do not interfere when I'm with the lady!" 
- Shouted dogonku departing porter Stirlitz. 

  In the Capitol there was a suspicious tishina.Tam was
cool and smelled of French perfume and toilet.

  Stirlitz almost in tears, so much friends
struck him as corridors and dark transitions (of course,
with ropes), the Capitol.

  "As in the Reichstag" - thought he blew his nose on a velvet 
carpet. Long, greenish Snivel lurking next to a fresh cigarette 
butt "Belomor. 

  -Come to my room - said Stirlitz taking a lady
around the waist with both hands. Left, he felt the barrel
"Beretta" and a lot surprised. The lady frowned and climbed up 
to kiss. Beretta had fallen and bumped noisily on the stone 
slab marble floor. 

  - Madam, you have a gun fell out, - said Stirlitz
choking prohloroformennogo kissing and squeezing
lady's waist.

  "Damn" - thought Madame .- "It does not take Shtirlitz'a. We 
must consult with the chief." 

  Stirlitz, of course, knew the Romanian-Bulgarian
spy Helena curtain. She tried pereverbovat him for the eleventh 
time. 

  -Stirlitz, I must go, - she gently prochirikala
flew off the window with a secret parachute.

  -Departed - said Stirlitz and went looking for someone to 
live. 

                       *


  Chief of intelligence and counterintelligence, Mr. Gary 
Thompson sitting at a table covered with bills, and missed. His

lazy eyes eagerly followed the movements of the time
arrow on the dial of the peeling old German clock. The minute 
hand on the clock was not. Clock, crackled boring ticking and 
the arrow slowly approached six o'clock in the evening. Mr. 
Thompson idly looked out the window and spat on the floor. The 
evening promised to be fine. 

  Suddenly the clock hissed and light podvyvaniyami
recaptured six strokes. Mr. Thompson, not looking
roads and on the go thrusting his feet into black and white 
boots, rushed out of the Capitol. 

  -Stand - stood on the stairs Stirlitz with sullen face, and 
not quite indifferently looked at Thompson. Tom was frightened, 
but nevertheless, he stopped and asked: 

  -Do you want me, dear?

  -To you, - said Stirlitz, immediately going on
"You" unilaterally.

  A-ah - Thompson was unable to say anything
and only showed on the clock.

  -Come in your room - said to polite Stirlitz.

  -Come on, - "Thompson said, realizing that he was doomed to
night sitting in the Capitol.

  -You're the chief intelligence, right? - Asked Stirlitz on 
the way study. Thompson thought about forty minutes and answered

yes.

  -Well, I - Stirlitz - and Stirlitz took out a bottle of 
vodka, jejunum, herring and three cans of corned beef. If a 
stew Thompson wanted to jump the window, but Stirlitz 
obligingly locked him and the hanging curtain. 

  Ah, Stirlitz! - Thompson rolled his eyes dreamily.
For zaverbovanie Shtirlitsa Lyuyubimy chief promised to 
permanently their camp secretary, three wheels on a Porsche and 
new pants. 

  -So, Comrade Stirlitz, we can assume that we
you recruited? - said Thompson, still not believing
his happiness.

  -Read and the accounts can be - answered evasively
Stirlitz, and Thompson realized that he was duped.

  No, but still, goods, arisch Stirlitz? - He drawled .- Can we 
count on you? 

  -Can. The most important thing - the sea of ​​vodka and 
mountain stew, right schA, and there's face it. 

  "Ah yes, of course ... Now ... of course ... - Thompson
bustled about in search of the sheet of paper.

  Vaught and agreed - he said sternly Stirlitz, playing with 
brass knuckles. He was very anxious to hear how will scream 
chief of intelligence. 


               to be continued ...