a rest - Something: Nervous Work

Nervous work.


(C) 1995 Paul Rindin

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   I'm so nervous, and work
and then there was a man with a dark blue, for some reason, 
face every fifteen minutes is suitable, and throwing his 
eyebrows in surprise, inquires: 

   - What are you doing here standing?

   Here again approached and asked.

   - Yes, I deal in here, you know - trades! - I answered him
eyebrows.

   They were even more stunned look, but at the same time
it began ominously omitted.

   - What do you you trade?

   Ah, gone mate - and Tray
we can not leave. I had to patiently explain:

   - A program lotions
sorts. What is a computer
you know? Well.

   Guy nodded blankly and
departed. Close.

   While I was warily watching
behind him, there was a buyer.

   - Hello. I've been in your
Last time ... was - the last
word, he pondered long as
well-mannered boy ponders the curse. On his face
seemed forever frozen mask of obedience plight.

   - Yes, I see.

   - I've a tape you bought.
Since the game. And it is - nothing. No games.

   With it should be finished quickly, while the tray is not 
filled tears. I asked him:


   - And what is your computer?

   He somehow unnatural twitched, intending, apparently, get 
away, but a superhuman effort Will forced himself to stay on

place.

   - Huh? What are you talking about?

   - What is your computer?

   I'm very patient, especially with
customers, is not it?

   - Your computer? And what is it?

   - What? And you mount the tape out?

   - In the TV!

   - In the TV? What do you mean,
because the computer needed - and all
this note, a calm voice! What depths of patience and
I discovered self-confidence,
due to this occasion!

   Of course, when he could not resist
and faded, I still slipped on the
wall, leaning against a
stood.

   This kind of reminded me of a
recent history.

   Then it was still warm. Approached
person says - floppy bought
we have last week. Come
delighted, among other things. Ready to rush into the arms.

   - Guys! - Said. - You
so cool discs pack,
I've been stuck! That just does not work
for some reason ...

   He handed a floppy disk, and the words
the question stuck in my throat.
And then woke up back in
stomach. Envelope is broken into
all directions, and the disc hangs somewhere in the middle of 
this mess. 

   - Ogre! What have you done to him? - I ask him.

   - Why? Very cool packaging, I'm half an hour raskovyrival.
Once a disk is not important. Put
I have it on the player, and there
one sizzle.

   No, no - I have a heart attack
was not. It's all lies, which contradicts
That day at the market talk.
A small attack - so what?
A car simply fright aroused. So you do not believe it. But
Work nervous.

   This I now seasoned. I
Patience to give the title of Mr.
possible. Now I'm like a yogi. And then ...

   Meanwhile, a man with a blue mug
disappeared. Breathing became easier.

   Approached me a couple.
By appearance they resembled his father and
son. Near them the vital spirit. In their
glass eyes, too, hovered spirits. The world seemed a mysterious 
and ancient. And slightly staggered

underfoot. Under their feet -
I was standing firm.

   They stopped in front of me and faint.

   - Oh! - His father said.

   - Oh! - Said his son, for what
received the cuff.

   - Many do not yap! - Authoritatively declared the father.

   I asked what they liked to
opportunities clearly articulating
words.

   - For a computer? - Asked
father.

   - For the Spectrum? - Wanted
clarify son.

   - Exactly. For the 48-th, 128 th
Spectrum and the Scorpion. Tapes and floppy disks. Please.

   During the negotiations took
son.

   - And you have it? - He
made unintelligible gesture with his hands.

   - Be more specific ...

   - Well this is ... shoot. AND
to star.

   - Stars? - Startled
father. - Where?

   I can barely restrain himself from quoting the dictionary 
"to assist the censor, suppressed their ability to rhyme

some words. And he answered:

   - All right, Dad. Your star is already digested and now move 
with blood. And what about Star Wars -

I can advise the Elite. " Here
full list of versions. I
tell about each one.

   My story, they refused to listen, but bought all the 
versions, what raised me, which started already fall mood.


   - And what else? - Bustled entered the gambling father.

   I had to suppress immediately
two feelings - surprise and joy. It is not easy.

   - Please - I showed them
a bunch of different adventyur and strategies. Both jaw dropped.

   - It's ... it ... fight ...
on the map?

   - On the map! - Cried
son. - We're going to play - I - Napoleon, you - Roosevelt. 
Samothrace is our! 

   The father reached for my wallet.

   - But almost all these games
English - warned me. -
Understand?

   Son of a doubtful glance at
Father:

   - Understand?

   - And then there ... I still
half a liter left.

   - Understand, understand - happily
nodded his son.

   They bought that too. They stood, swaying, thought, and 
bought yet. And yet. Bought everything that was

I had that day. And left.
The spirit went with them. Amen.

   Only a few minutes later
I counted the money and realized that
they are paid for each disc,
as for two. Buy yourself today
champagne.

   I was leaving, when there was
daveshny man. His blue face
went reddish spots, and
eyebrows drunkenly staggered. He
sent to me.

   No, whatever you say, work
I nervous!
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