ZX Pilot #32 29 мая 1999

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Comics - Ivan.

               C O M I C S



(C) MIX



              Ivan Ivanovich.


   That night Ivan slept restlessly. He did not swear in his 
sleep mat and wished wife: "Good night." Poor woman worn out 
looking like her husband enumerates among Night fingers buyout, 
except in a fig and do not stack. Even the cherished phrase: 
"he likes to drink?" did not cause any reaction in him. Lone 
bottle of vodka and would remain out of work, if the wife 
herself did not become jammed under her fruit mousse with 
vanilla flavor and something else that I say such language does 
not rise. In general, lost a man.


   It all began in the morning. Ivan Ivanovich
puffing, grunting, and still remembering all the mothers pinned 
back a suspicious box. On checking it was found that the box is 
nothing stronger than distilled H2O was not At his wife's 
puzzled question: "Wan, FAQ is it? "Ivan angrily spat." Chavo,

FAQ! Horseradish is a flak jacket! "Out of the box at
detailed consideration were born
svezhesperty monitor, keyboard class
"Ala, guess a letter" and a box with holes. Typical ZX-SPECTRUM 
and nothing more. Ivan Ivanovic plunged into the instructions, 
trying to wire in the right hole posovat. 

   By the way, spitting at my wife has not got.
Inspired by the Sim event, she tried to
ferret out the purpose of the unit. In response to Ivan
Ivanovic ran into her drive. Strike
drive was not too sensitive.
And, when Ivan was to determine
appointment of a mouse, his wife categorically stated
that there are no mice in the house will not be. Disc
flew again. But he was zheskom and
wife no longer tried to intervene in
process of acclimatization of the unit.

   Until the evening puffing Ivan Ivanovich
conjure over zlostchastnym SPECTRUM'om. And under
Podlazov him, and came back. All caps
took off, but no good there. Implored then bare your computer 
with a human voice: "Throw me, Vanya, with balconies, a gift

RS'yuchniku ​​I just do not torment me any more ... "

   Ivan fell unconscious. Falling,
He wished his wife a good night.


 Of the explanatory Ivan Ivanovich and his wife.


   Who do we interfere? Well, think of it, pull up a musical 
co-processor. Well, think of it, drove Mouzon. Well, think of 
it, loudly. Well, think of it, from morning till night (well,

not from dusk till dawn). Well, think of
our din TV of an old lady on the floor
higher jumping. Well, think of it, to the ceiling
jumped on top and a neighbor of the old lady
floor cracked. Well, think of it, the vibration
vase fell. Well, think of it, a neighbor on the head. Well, 
think of it, he became Zaika. But before he was just all over 
the house swearing obscenities And now this brings - 
zaslushaeshsya. Quote: "Wow you would-have-to (more inaudible)" 
Come on you XLI-XLI-XLI (very unclear), you are old pee-wee 
(very indistinct) "." Especially, in the formed convenient hole 
in an old lady drunk bottles throw, the more she lets them, 
poohaet and hands, and before he followed her around raced home 
... Especially, the old lady from frequent contusions glass 
deaf and now our comp can not hear. Especially because

TV and she no longer jumps. We
he was nailed to the floor. Just when she was still
it does not look mozhet.K jumping accustomed.
She used to look behind the TV jumped
and now look jumps, but the screen will not go. The more that 
watch it already nothing. TV after injury in the ceiling

a week does not show. Especially because
old woman from loneliness itself under the accordion singing. 
We ourselves had wanted her to digitize, but it was too loud. 

   Only long we can not stand steel. Collective petition 
malicious neighbors fell on his hairy paw, and this is an 
important outgrowth of the bureaucratic skorehonko shut our 
computer activity. Now look for the new Comp. We find it? Them 
and so not much left, and we are not more ... 


   to be continued ...