City #31 01 октября 1999

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

   BEECH ***************** *******************


Shtirlitsa adventures and other adventures Bormann



                    end


  Stirlitz fumbled in his pocket in search of "Belomor and
found a small piece of paper, which fell to him, probably, 
along with the contents of his pockets chief. Stirlitz unfolded 
it and read it. "Tasked to - read a piece of paper - Mr. 
Tomsponu organize terrorist attacks, subversion and

etc. in the Soviet Union, using its agents. "
"His agents - who are they meant?" -
Stirlitz violently ripped paper and began to boil
anger.

  Leaning out the window, he saw at the end of the street 
passing Claus. 

  - Stop! - Yelled Stirlitz.

  Provocateur vzrognul and bent, as if it had fallen healthy 
barrel with cement. 

  - Do not be afraid, come here! - Oral Stirlitz. Klaus turned 
and walked quickly back. 

  Five minutes later he was in office Shtirlitsa.

  - What do you want? - He asked a very gruff voice.

  - Work is urgent.

  - Ah! This is what we always pzhalsta ...

  - That there somewhere - and Stirlitz waved his hand in an 
uncertain direction - from the river dryhet my boss. It must 
wake up and carry off in one place ... I'll tell ... - And both 
conspirator left the office in corridor.


                      *


  Intelligence chief, Mr. Thompson woke up in an unknown dark 
room. 

  - Where am I? - He asked faintly.

  - In prison - said Schellenberg, looking to him through a 
crack in the barn. 

  - And what I am accused of? - Asked the chief intelligence
quite indifferent.

  - Around - Eismann said voice Attorney
cleaning spit from adhering grass. - Who was planning terrorist 
attacks? 

  - I - courageously admitted Thompson.

  - Who Russian bullying?

  - Also, I - "Thompson said.

  - Recognize you? "

  - Must ... - And Thompson has demanded a pen and
stack of paper thicker.


                     *


   Soviet ambassador to North American United
States suddenly demanded an urgent audience with the
Mr. Minister of Defense. He knew that on such
visits you can expect trouble.

  - Mr. Minister, - began ambassador. - We are here now
received from one of our ... how shall I say?
In general, from our man a few pieces of paper ...
Here's a look ...

  Mr. Minister lazily took with him a few crumpled bills.

  "I, the chief intelligence Thompson - says one of them,
- I confess to someone Stirlitz that bad things committed 
against the Russian and was planning terrorist attacks in the 
Soviet Union. There. Signature illegible. " 

  Mr. Minister froze and unbuttoned his collar
shirt. He threw the papers on the table and jumped out of the
cabinet in search of Thompson. He was standing at the door of 
the cabinet. 

  - Where Stirlitz? -Violently yelled Mr. Minister.

  - No Stirlitz - Thompson said. - In Moscow, running away.
Mr. Minister down to the floor by the door and began to moan.

  - Nothing, - encouraging Thompson said, sitting next to
with him. - We have yet arrange the Cuban missile crisis. . But 
this is strictly between us. 


                     Epilogue


  - Is not it time for us to slip away in the Crimea pobaldet? -
Nikita Sergeyevich defiantly looked at his new
secretary with a magnificent ass and licked his lips.

  - It's time, Nikita Sergeyevich - secretary smiled.

  - Write a note to the Central Committee, and have gone - 
Nikita suddenly shvadil it in one of the outstanding details 
and was happily squeeze. 

  The secretary did not resist and fairly giggled.
She wrote a note and Khrushchev signed
her: "May 16, 1964. Khrushchev."

  And outside drove the cart with milk tank and painted flowers.

                     *


  ... A Stirlitz asleep. He dreamed Russian field
birches and dreamed of him naked girls, and he looked at
They completely out of the bushes. Now he sleeps, but
exactly half an hour later woke up, and the Centre again to 
find him a new job.