Crysral Dream #01 31 октября 1996

Hard Day - The working day, or as a musician understands the hard life of a producer within the meaning of the latter.

              Working day

                   or

         As a musician understands

       hard life of a producer

        in understanding the latter.
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 It was a whole bunch of lamers that carried
camping as a pack of wolves ... I looked at the display
his machine - 10 rounds ... End ...
But I will die with dignity! And immediately after this
thoughts, my machine zachavkal, spraying
his deadly charge - cartridges jam and cream - not your toy ...
 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... The pointer is rapidly approaching 
zero. 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... A-A-A 1 .. 0! Everything! The latter 
charge has disappeared in the mouth kakogoto lamer ... And at 
that moment I realized the whole the horror of their situation 
...  Lamer doper, I have more charges

No, he had somehow either with a prayer, or with
sadly looked at me and softly called:
- Vladimir ...
 Madhouse! This crazy somewhere knows my name.
- Vova, wake up ...
 And with these words he gave me another and shake
started! Well ... Wait a minute ... I carefully took aim and 
stepped on his foot ...  This was followed by a roar, and the 
sound of beating utensils. Opening his eyes, I was horrified to 
find that I'm in my bed; close my mom was at a loss ...

She inspected the fact that until quite recently
was (apparently) as my breakfast, it
view moved to diffuse across the
floor of dishes for me.
- You that, gunmen revised? - Nothing good is the entry did not 
promise. - Well, alive, to collect all the dishes and ran to 
the kitchen for breakfast!  With these words, my mother turned 
around and went a decisive step into the kitchen. Without 
thinking, I got up and went to the bathroom, there is included 
shower and began to bask under his warm stream. But it could 
with difficulty because from the kitchen to my ears constantly 
shot through: "... Survived ..."," ... it is good that in the 
tray, and if in the nose, or something worse in Eye ...", "... 
ever look at the night and all sorts of ninja-pereninzi ..."  
When I got out of the bath, my mother was already in a good 
mood that I was much cheered ... Sev breakfast and warning that 
come back soon, I immediately ran from the flat in the 
direction of our corporation.  I was lucky - once flew 52 
akvaflaer and I, it is convenient to place (and checking

corner of my eye the presence of monitors in the cabin)
prepared for a half-hour (or thereabouts (it should ever have 
to pinpoint exactly)) flight.

 Time elapsed imperceptibly, and I am already passed by the 
familiar houses, which is located between the stop and the 
corporation. And from the corner looked at first a bit, then 
more and more, our Corporation "Crystal Dream". In the large 
windows reflected part of the street, and create impression 
that the street goes into the distance and up.

 Near the door I saw the new corporation
duty, as All these attempts were doomed to enter a complete 
failure. - I, the chief musician tutashny! - I argued.

- A pass?
- D-Dr House ... forgot.
- Well. forward - back home!
- But a meeting in 18 minutes (as I recall, two months longer 
hold), this phrase had this thoughtful chump.

- Okay ... Sing the melody from "Smagli 2.
I sang.
- And from the "Collaps 1"?
I sang.
- And from the new album "Sepultura" .- strictly
he demanded.
 Someone reminded me that a boxer ...
- Be aware - I was strictly warned late .- -
I will say that at the entrance was kept
and not allowed to enter!
 After these words, and 3 minutes of deliberation, he pulled 
out of his sleeve like a magician, a telephone (W. .. Satan!), 
Rang somewhere, and after 3 minutes I raced down the hallway 
toward the elevator. Going into it, I thought about that is, 
first go to him, or directly to the president ...

 And in vain for a long time thinking, because the next moment 
as a trained magician, in the opening elevator doors, forced 
sparkling instrumentation, so that it can not see the person 
appeared Show Master. - At 3, if we do not mind, - was due to 
box, resembling kartonovuyu for which fairly drove by numerous 
representatives of ground transportation.  I immediately 
reached out and touched key with the number "3". But, pulling 
his hand to himself, accidentally touched one of the

multiple wires. There was a cotton and
sparks flew. Recoiling in horror at the very
far end of the elevator, I looked at the injury site.
 Like nothing happened. But, as a preventive, I still pressed 
his hand to grudi.Posle a short pause, already because of a 
tangle of wires could be heard: - Be careful.

- Y-y-y-r-r-r-y-y-y, - I answered, as
currently using my captured by a spasm, speech apparatus and 
teeth, danced tap, that and look nars bitten tongue, nothing 
could be more articulate.  And finally the door opened, and the 
mountain metal about Atlas - Show Master'om, which is located 
somewhere inside the spark and the rumbling selected on the 
elevator platform.  Whether in zadumchivaosti, or even in 
kakomto insane I also got out, but as soon as the elevator door 
shut, came in itself. Thinking and prikinuv - how much to

will wait for the elevator, I decided to follow
"Heap".
 And she, in turn, have stumbled and
crashing into everything, how it was possible to reach, moved 
toward the door producer.  I was attached to the end of this 
column and we made his way to the door ...

 Once the door was open, our
gaze has opened an amusing picture: SOI has
two seconds looking at us, and then became
frantically shoving a book by Ivan Marx
Someone Tom SOI'r "in his desk.
And after four or five seconds of rummaging
in paper, creating a business environment and
while showing the difficulty and importance of his position.
 Show Master busily tried to lean on
on the table, but, leaning forward, confused
in the telephone wire and fell with a crash on the SOI.
- Izzvini. - "He muttered, releasing
of the open arms producer. At the same time, he managed to burn 
a book a soldering iron, prudently stuffed in his pocket. - 
Give me a soldering iron! I will defend myself! desperately 
waving the book, cried the producer. - Izzvinyayus - said Show 
Master, at the same time trying to focus not catch fire. - 
Pszczel out! - Stas yelled, aware that Five minutes later he 
will regret this. - Izzvini. - The last time said Show

Master, hiding behind the door.
 There was a terrible roar.
- Izzvinite. - Heard from there.
- You what? - Irritated said Stas
trying to put on my suit and ottlakivaya
foot piece of the drive, forgotten Show Master'om.
- Yes I am .. here ... - I squeezed out of myself.
- BR I, .. ugh! .. What do you mumble, speak
really! - Stas said, I regret looking at 56 pages of the book 
that became the cover. - ... music has brought ...

- Music! - Immediately perked up Stas. - This
I ... In the general, go here.
 I handed him a disk with suspicion by inspecting a pile of 
disk drives, by which the heap wires hidden fees "Pentagon."

Stas at this time, holding in his mouth two wires, shoving the 
disc into a disposal. - What are you? - I yelled.

- All SOI'dolno, this new drive, it
Show Master of the toaster remade.
 Zaurchal drive, belched a few times, and soon the speakers 
poured my music.  When she reached the climax came a thunderous 
voice of the president. I anxiously looked around. - 
Plagiarism! Do not allow it! -Meanwhile, yelling voice - will 
not leave alive!  We as a team, began studying the area in 
search of the source. Stas oriented himself and quickly pulled 
the wires from the intercom. - Both to me! - Has shouted from 
the corridor president.

- Quickly to the fire escape! - Blurted
Stas, opening a window.

  Iron hand grabbed him by the throat.
- Escape want? - Grinned Shep.

TO BE CONTINUED ...

            SHOULD ...

            We should also append.

 (C) 1996 SOI