Nicron #120 31 декабря 2000

Story - Christmas stories and poems.

    And we have about the new year was marked by


Denis Jurlakov
2:5030 / 70.65 @ Fidonet


        They do not want to endure the tops,
        already. Tighter. Even worse.
        We were struck by the chi-chi,
        knee-deep in a puddle.
            Mountains, rivers, fallen trees, Yar, a ravine, 
Opole.             Soon a new "New Year"

            drunken feast.
        Stand back, give the course
        illusory hope
        my glass just Pochat,
        I'm not the one that first;
            Let others cry:
            - Glory to the naked pazhu!
        Crying does not get tired ...
        Christmas time. Blyadki. Scrying.
            And goes down in the bath.



    What is the new millennium?



   Room, sitting in a chair Grandma, eat cake and drink tea. To 
her suitable Vanya.



   Vanya. Grandma, you know, I immediately told the boys that 
will soon come new thousand ... Chi ... chiletie, here!



   GRANDMA. (Chews). What do you mean, Vanya!


   Vanya. Babus, and what is it?


   GRANDMA. Well, Van, I am a woman village, Papa was a chopper,
Mom - kosarka, and I - a milkmaid, really, I do not know, well, 
maybe it a cake, or candy, at the worst ...



   Vanya. And, of course ...


   Ivan departs.


   Daddy was sitting, watching football, sitting next to him 
his sister Vani. 


   Vanya. Dad, you know, I'm here boys ...


   PAPA (interrupting). What do you boys had better be about 
football thought!



   Vanya. But that's not football thing!


   PA. If not in football? Here we lose, and you and your
boys!


   Vanya. The new millennium are coming!


   SISTER. Who in the nose?


   DAD (looking at the TV). In "Spartacus," in "Spartacus"! 
Kuo-ool! 


   Ivan departs.


   Mama in the kitchen among the pots painted. MAMA. La-la-la, 
la-lyalyam oh, how I love to paint! 


   Vanya. Mom, what is the new millennium, you know?


   MAMA. I know, of course. I here the other day in store 
toiletries gone ... Oh, what do you say ... I bought myself a 
lipstick, so at me from my lipstick ...



   Vanya (interrupting). Mom! Well, where are the new 
millennium? 


   MAMA. Do not run ahead of the engine! I have not yet 
finished, and you have questions to ask! Well, what I mean ... 
Ah, but here I bought lipstick, and I have because of it all 
povysyhali lips, terror, and not Lipstick! Yet at the same 
store bought moisturizer cream itself. Too some horror, I have 
of him on the skin wrinkles began to appear, yes what you say 
... 


   Vanya. Mom, well, where do the new millennium?


   MAMA. What millennium?


   Vanya. Well I'll about it and asked!


   MAMA. And, you know! Well, I do not know.


   Ivan departs. Vanya walks down the street. To meet him, go 
Aunt Maroussia and uncle Stepan.



   Vanya. Hello, my aunt and uncle Stepan Maroussia!


   AUNT MARUSYA. Hello, Ivan!


   Vanya. Aunt Maroussia, and you do not know what the new
millennium?


   AUNT MARUSYA. How could I know, I know. Apples any,
delicious apples by the way!


   Uncle Stepa. What are you, Marus. What kind of apples, such 
transfer is!



   AUNT MARUSYA. You then, want, what I'm bad apples
apart?


   Uncle Stepa. Maroussia, I know the TV, like the five
fingers!


   AUNT MARUSYA. Oh, and go to his "box", fie upon thee!


   (Exits; uncle Stepan goes after her, waving his arms).


   Vanya comes to the library. Among the books is a strict woman
writes something.


   Vanya. Sorry, but you do not answer one question?


   Librarian. Boy, do not you see I'm writing.


   Vanya. And what is the new millennium?


   Librarian. Boy, I do not answer stupid questions.


   Vanya. I you for this ... (Rummages in his pockets) ... for 
a spanner Key Ladies!



   Librarian. Boy out of here!


   Ivan departs. Is sad to go. To meet him, go Fyodor
and Misha.


   Fyodor. You Th so sour?


   Vanya. Why, I can not know what the new millennium.


   Fyodor. This, in my opinion, when gifts are presented.


   MISHA. Nah, this game is such.


   Fyodor. Bet?


   MISHA. Bet! One hundred and schelbanov!


   Fyodor. Aha!


   Leave. Vanya on them.


   Ivan sits at the table, oblozhennny pile of books.


   Vanya. So what is this new millennium? Maybe it's
Lipstick, like mom said, or cake, as my grandmother said ... Or
it's still a football ... Or not, it's apples ... Or maybe it is
presents ...


   Vanya falls asleep ...

------ The team of authors 7 "A" class 91-th school

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        ... About the Bear ...

MarVikS
2:5030 / 644.74 @ Fidonet


   Once ... Was to come the New Year.

   Came the first snow. The first snow last winter passing year.

   A bear cub was sleeping in the snow. That is, of course, he 
slept in the den. But den started finally met the first snow, 
and It was noticeably warmer. "First Snow", "- thought to bear 
in a dream. And he began to sleep on. And the snow fell, 
spreading carpets to New Year ... A bear cub was nothing 
thought he just looked dreams in which snow fell. And the snow 
is barely smelled of honey. Therefore bear suck his paw and paw 
in his sleep was sweet. 

   "Happy New Year!" - Whispered the snow.

   "Happy Holidays Honey!" - Heard in a dream teddy bear and 
smiling.