IzhNews #05 09 мая 2000

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Rulezniki - a story.

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(C) RTD / BrC
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    One eye was already open. Bright
the morning sun lit up a room full swing.
Felt his warm rays,
DIOD'u got the idea that a good idea to
to open the second. This procedure is not finished
a lot of time and a moment later the young
coder is run hither and on the shelves in the refrigerator
find something edible. Not finding
nothing worthy of attention, DIOD
decided to sum up yesterday evening.
Coding was very fruitful: the effect of
Megaplazmy for SuperHyperMega DEMO
turned out very well. A retained a
I have it on disk? "- A horror thought coder.
Convulsively, he included the complex and found in
that file with the effect of live and
live. "Nerves, nerves, - relief
sigh DIOD. Good mood again
filled it, but excluding the region
hungry stomach.

    Finding that already noon, the encoder
decided to ramp up to the sidekick, to show the effect and
look at the achievement of another. Taking with
a modest savings, he went
in a way.

    On the road DIOD'a visited the idea that
go and sort out his two at the
actually a lot of fun: Left - p-p-times
right - rr-time left - p-p-times
Right ... once-every-once-again .. and go!
Cool!

    Arriving, finally, to the apartment
FRED'a, his sidekick, DIOD called and
with a silly smile, stared at the door
"Eye". From the apartment could be heard creaking,
listening to whom he could
distinguish AY-music. After 5 minutes the door
opened (all the while expression
koder'a not changed, he just fell into
standby mode, so as not to overload your
"Processor"). Eyes FRED'a expressed
natured distraction, and blue circles
under them - that RULEZ there somewhere ...
On all these grounds DIOD concluded:
his friend again in the morning, kerf
volume of the tape at full capacity,
kayfovat the sounds muzprotsessora.

    About an hour kayfovat friends, clinging
mafona ears to the speakers, listening but
Among other things the new Mouzon FRED'a. Only
rulezniki can appreciate the really his. Suddenly, the apartment
power outage, and then two
hungry stomach once again reminded of his
sadistic, elegant, and only they tend to
form: twisted steel and
unwind. Had emptied
refrigerator, it has only a bundle
sausages. You know how delicious raw
sausages on an empty stomach? Very nice
pass them through the esophagus at the very
when the stomach is promoted because
that the odometer on the abdomen lying inside
He sausage arise transferable
sensation! Friends already knew this, and this
rushed to take advantage.

    - How beautiful is this Life, for us all
food in the rush! - Said DIOD,
chewing meat products.

    - Yes-ah, - agreed comrade. More
He could not say anything, enthusiastic
process.

    After finishing breakfast, began to plan
plan for further action.

    - Shit, goats, cut down the light ... Yes
do not care, - FRED returned to the state
ruleznosti. - The "pile" will you go?

    - In-kind! Cool idea!

   Actually, the whole plan on this
ended. Set out.

    - You know, Fred, I've been on the road to you
this rulez found! - DIOD downright
beamed with delight. - Just look,
as we go! See: left - p-p-times
Right then - p-p-times, then left again,
Right then ... once-every-once-again ...

    - How, how?! Show me another time!

    - Look at this: the left ... rr-time! Right
rr-time! And he went!

    - Yes-ah, slaughtering! - FRED felt
laughter of his abdomen. - Come to stall!

    Passers-by glanced in surprise at the two
definitely a "shifted" guys, someone
even neigh (!), looking at their pace.

    Stall was for some reason, surrounded by a fence,
that is not even a fence, and low
fence. Climb over it was not
labor.

    - Why stand was surrounded by a fence? -
asked DIOD seller. - Although the fence
funny, I liked him a
climb.

    - What the hell is on the fence jump,
punks? - A man sitting inside the booth
was clearly irritated.

    - Why so rude to customers
speak? Come and service! And what you have
Wear some sort of strange, like the police!

    - I'll give those "Cops"! Service was not
happy, you see! Right now servicing is
queue for breach of
order! What shakes his head against?

    DIOD really turned his head and
could not figure out where lost FRED.

    - So you ment? .. - Asked DIOD after
a pause.

    - He is - said the enforcers.

    - Sorry, I oboznalsya ...

    The policeman and the eye has not had time to blink,
as DIOD jumped back over the fence and
ran into the corner nearest the house. He became
reflect, where his friend had disappeared.

    Reflections DIOD'a reached a stage
ruleznosti absolute, and he, intoxicated
bloody images appearing in his
head, has already ceased to understand that he
here on the street, the corner of a house
does.

    Choice sharp swearing instantly
return it to the material world. Vituperative
came the cry from that of females booth
on the blue wall which DIOD found
yellow inscription: "Police." But long
admire a beautiful picture, and fun
He did not have voice acting. Straight at him
flew the same FRED, shouting:
"We run!". Encoder still stunned
inhibited, but when runs out of the booth
policeman, realized that a good idea to
Now the left-right and as quickly as possible.

    FRED ran far ahead, DIOD barely
keep up with him. Employee
law enforcement behind and somewhere
lost. Never-ending marathon
continued. Coder attempted to shout
muzakeru that the danger has passed, but after
morning buzz muzaker was slightly
deaf, and the music is still played in
head, so do not cry FRED perceived
quite correct, and added gas. In a direct
and figuratively. Choking coder
was forced to gasp not only on
fatigue, but from the smell. However, after
the first blue circles before the eyes, nose, everything
also made friends with the smell and the stomach,
zatknuvshis, silent.

    Imperceptibly asphalt track
replaced the dusty trail at the curb
road, and now sailed past the
sign with a crossed out the name of the city.
Very Kulnev sweat stood out from all over
body surface, and once allocated
has become simply nothing, Marathon
stopped.

    FRED, people sportivnofo addition,
felt tired, but in general,
not bad. "Tired of buzz," he says in
such cases. a minute later ran DIOD.
Two of his eyes somehow slipping
different directions and did not want
focus. Pot was not, but
skin has a bluish tint. "Otpad .." he said, and fell to the 
grass. 

    It took some time, and breath,
and breathe in the air for most glitches
DIOD stared at his friend stern look.

    - Why are you suddenly ran from ment? -
he asked.

    Happy FRED showed the cause of
flee at the sight of which zhelidok DIOD'a
and jumped up, and then expanded once
in three directions. In a transparent bag
with the inscription "MentObschePit" there were 5
cans of beer and 3 cans of condensed milk! Chant of
jar, my friends felt the brutal
appetite, and even famine. Especially in brutally
appetite looked at DIOD'a: mouth at all
Possible side and nevozmozhnye
squirting copious drooling, divorced
svezhevypitym beer, while at
sound effects and gurgling allocated
hiss, so that a passing farmer
nervously quickened his pace.

    Ambush undocumented fountain
DIOD muzakera cheered, and the farmer
made him almost fall out laughing.
When emit was nothing left, comrades
poured into a condensed milk, and then divorced her
beer, which they really liked it.

    Well-fed bellies rumble nicely, basking in the
sun, but came up with
think about which way you can get to
radio market, known by the people "a bunch".
If only there tusuyuschiesya spektrumisty not
dispersed to their homes. Near friends
gathered a lot of wild cats. Their
attracted, apparently, rumbling stomachs and odor
sometimes poured condensed milk, which remains
quickly melted under the tongue of beasts. However,
remnants of beer too found their
consumers. Friends considered themselves
unnecessary at this feast, and moved on,
back to the city.

    On the way, walked in silence, without speaking.
Tired brain DIOD'a pondered over a new
effect for SuperHyperMega DEMO, and FRED
composing new Mouzon.

    To park the Kirov came in half
hours. Doubt that spektrumisty More
hang out near the radio market, dispelled
quickly. In the sun "roasted" in the insole
Drunken fans SPECCY and occasionally
turned over from the back of the abdomen or
back, lying on the green and fragrant
ringing the grass. Someone sat down and slowly
sipped a nice drink from the jar.
Here and there stood, swaying, some
individuals, discussing some software.

    - We have already - a sigh of relief FRED.

    - Have you been here? - Asked DIOD
have muttered something under his breath
Party of "cultural center" which
was remarkably similar to STORAGE'a.

    - From one o'clock somewhere - mumbled
interlocutor.

    - And you have not seen STORAGE'a?

    - No ... And, yes, I remember ... Today in
mirror staring ... Duc Chau you brake? -
Suddenly he perked up. - It's me, STORAGE!!

    - Oh, sorry, do not know.

    - Drew Th anything? - Jabber
to talk FRED. Drunk of 2.5 cans
drink "MentObschePit'a" appeared to have
did not broke the train of thought sportsmenamuzykanta.

    - Nope, yesterday on TV showing Kulnev
Movies. Day of fiction on MORGUE-TV, is
You do not PACMAN! And RANDOMIZE brought
MICROCARS. Steer a bit ...

    - And here I am yesterday, one wrote the music and
has a new idea! So the Draw.

    As long as FRED and STORAGE communicated, DIOD,
examining the crowd came to the conclusion that prior to
stage "pohmelium" people far away.
"Rudder," he thought and thought about some
savings, combined with a still morning.
Scanning the area in search of stalls
with alcohol did not bring positive
results. Do not have time coder to put up with
sober conduct of parties, as the grass
rose VASTER. He was always up to date
all events related to SPECCY.

    - Greetings, Alexander. You're here not seen kakihnibud 
stalls? - Asked hopefully DIOD. 

    - No, but Zaharevna soon will do.

    Indeed, about 15 minutes after
the main gate of the park was bent, but
surprisingly shustraya old and went
a straight trajectory toward the radio market.
At the sight of the crowd livened up. Before she
come as near it instantly
formed a queue. I must say that
In addition to the best beers, vodka and other
alcoholic beverages, it was always possible to
buy excellent brew for insanely low
price. Already months 3 Zaharevna
adapt himself every Saturday to attend
radio market. She first came
check the availability of its consumer goods,
and then, if demand is there, run home
was loaded - and the market. All very
surprised at her capacity. Even FRED'u
it would be hard enough to drag a
number of drinks to the point of hangouts.

    In less than five minutes, half
goods were bought. Since it is already
second flight the old woman, all she did not sell
failed, and she thanked everyone for
purchase, went to service meetings
of these, more professional drunks,
which meets on an open
area, but somewhere layer interior of the park or
even in the woods. Who wants a sobering-up?

    From professionals spektrumisty
distinguished by the fact that mostly took
beer and some not so "degree"
beverages, not neglecting soda. After
first five get-togethers are very much
resented the janitors, so
met six times, people found
buckets for debris, standing around. Only
benches are still not there.

    Warm grass remained so,
despite the fact that it was evening, and
sun rolled over the roof of city
homes. Prolonged tusovka gradually
become a "dissolve". Burnt DIOD,
FRED STORAGE and headed to the bus stop.
Said goodbye and departed in different
directions.

    Pleasant glow of your monitor and relatives
squeaks drive relaxed loaded
DIOD'a mind. There can be no coding, to
with the same hangouts he brought MICROCARS. Yes, those
most vaunted MICROCARS. Played into the night and
was the same ill-fated game mode
cheat-mode.

    Sleep overcame an encoder, and when he got into
bed, one eye was already closed. Not bad
would close and tripled. "Yes, the day was just
RULEZ ..."- it was the last thought DIOD'a,
consciousness is already dissolved in a dream.