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HIDDEN PART
(c) NoViSeT/BrC Izhevsk
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Inspired and at the same time a little
tired people crowded near the central
entering the club, in no hurry to leave.
Everyone was waiting for each other, the participants exchanged
congratulations and strong handshakes
yami. And yet, how much we did not want to leave,
but I had to. After waiting for the complete collection of
Tava Sarapul and Neftekamsk spectra
mystov, a decision was made a little late
wander around the city and see off guests.
We headed towards the city center,
and since nonresidents were overcome by the most terrible
hunger, then, combining business with pleasure,
we simultaneously examined the local beauties
you and the eateries you meet along the way.
It turned out that on a relatively small
paths from the Mechanic club to the City Center
quite a decent number of all kinds of small
cafes, each of which is lucky
elk to feel the presence of our cheerful
companies. Of course, we won’t be there for long
held on, gawking at the assortment
of the products offered and their price, we
each time we came to the conclusion that what
longer we wander in search of “reinforcement”
nia", the higher the prices become. And although shewhat a walk it was not at all burdensome
and even to the joy of all of us, since it’s fun
Chuck Dj Max did not stop letting go in every possible way
some jokes, but it doesn’t leave you feeling hungry
no visitors even for a minute, and even bought
subsequently a small bag of nuts
almost led to a nervous breakdown for the person who bought it
his Merlina (from Sarapul), since everyone
They immediately attacked and almost tore off the nuts
with hands :).
The time was approaching evening, and it was possible
could be understood by the presence of people in cafes
not quite sober: in the first race-
deftly at the entrance we were greeted by a woman who could barely stand
the girl was on her feet and invited everyone to
lie, but since it was an elite ca-
feshka, where local soldiers mostly hang out
rotiles (bandits i.e.:), the prices for us there are the same
This was not arranged, and we hastened to leave.
In the second it was tolerable, there was almost no
drunk, but there were no empty seats, but
we were bitten here too, so we went
further. The third one was waiting for us five steps away.
"den" where there were even more drunks, and
even the two “gopas” that “crawled” out of her caused
felt a feeling of pity, which is why I personally ordered
I told him that you CAN’T drink like that!
And now we are already in the very heart of our city.
yes. I must say that the Center is one of
the most interesting parts of Izhevsk, so
as soon as here you can see how life
Absolutely all the elements of the modern city
sort of, here you can see full of problems and
worries about the lives of homeless people whoscurrying everywhere in
looking for treasured bottles :), you can also
trace the painstaking work of the traders,
how cleverly they weigh, calculate and
rubbed in :). And, oddly enough, among everything
this, coupled with numerous shops
and signs, and also somewhere all the time
those in a hurry, worried, angry and irritated
residents huddling, buildings can be seen
being architectural values, which
which were built at the beginning of the last century
ka. And it was at this moment that it came to mind:
the thought is, why all this, why the rush?
sew, hurry, overcome life
obstacles that, in essence, we ourselves and
we build when we can just as stately
there, moving away from everything around, and po-
wasting time... It seems stupid, but
how I would like that at least not all of you -
of the above, even a small part,
lo true. But alas, oh well.
Walking a little more around the city center,
we finally found a place that's good
it suited everyone poorly. It was small
a cafe in which there were almost no people, not
counting three skinheads. Assortment
the products offered here were small,
but everything you need for complete happiness is
thank God, it was present, i.e. beer, pi-
horns and dumplings :). Everyone ordered for themselves
what he considered necessary: visitors eat more food
oh, well, the two of us with Pix - for beer and
pie (RTD accompanied by DISCIPLINE
right after the partydiscreetly in English
went home).
The situation gradually became more
more relaxed, and in the center of events,
as always, there was Max, telling us all about
your life and more. Time passed, beer
was coming to an end, the pies had already begun to re-
is brewing, the deadline for sending guests is inexorable
was approaching...
Having finished and drunk everything to the end, it was decided
move towards the station, from where
were soon to leave for their native lands
Sarapul and Neftekamsk boys...
And, either by fatal accident, or
by someone's free will, without having time to move away and
50 meters from the cafe, we are unexpected for everyone
collided with Glazov sceners, exactly
her, with those of them who have not yet left for
side of the house, and this is neither more nor less,
were Screamer and Surv!vor accompanied
a couple of local people who once had
wearing to ex-LFG. The names of the latter, unfortunately
laziness, was not allowed to remember by having already started
fermentation process beer-containing liquid,
of which Pix and I still didn’t have much, but
organism weakened by constant radiation
categorically softened by this amount of alcohol.
Immediately saying goodbye to the Sarapul residents and
Neftekamsk residents, we joined the main
Zovsky comrades and leisurely set off
to the already beloved cafe, from which
five minutes ago fate threw us out :).
Unfortunately, our new traveling companions
this place was not to my taste, and,
tramplinga minute or two near the entrance, we
headed in an unknown direction,
wondering where you can spend your recent
money received for winning...
After walking a little, it turned out that
Surv!vor is not particularly in the mood for partying, however
more than hanging around with painted cotton wool
mana with ASCII wasn't much fun, and Surv
departed towards home, especially since he was
nearby, and there are five of us left. Not those-
Strengthening our spirit, we moved on. Si-
no one wanted to go to any cafe,
therefore a historic decision was made
buy beer and go, the old fashioned way, cleanly
in stage style, to the nearest deserted
entrance :).
Arriving at the first grocery store
and having bought beer, we decided not to go to the entrance,
and standing in the store, especially for this -
then all the conditions were created there... And the beginning
moose... Conversations, discussions, gossip and
other interesting things. Already after 20 minutes
chickpea beer influenced everyone, especially
Screamer, which is why the latter went and ku-
drank chips, which everyone ate in unison :).
The alcohol consumed gradually gave
to know about himself and soon requested to be violated
I'm waiting, and then the most terrible thing became clear: in the sa-
in a crowded place, in the city center, open-
There are certainly no legalized places for carrying out
niya obscene ritual :).
In search of a toilet, fate led us to
some quiet nook, just nearby
from the police station :), but even that
we don'tcould interfere with the implementation of the plan -
no. Having stood up comfortably and already prepared to
Well, we heard an unpleasant scream from the grandmother
near the window of the house where we intended
relieve yourself. Granny didn't want to
understand that spektrumists also need peri-
odic release of waste
raw materials, and kept swearing uncivilly and
threatened to call the police.
Having heeded the old lady’s words, we instantly ran away.
rushed around in all directions, and yet, standing close to each other,
you did your wet job, continuing
listen to polite requests (if swearing were
sounds polite :) elderly woman. Perhaps
from what I can tell it doesn't sound like much fun
but believe me, it looked more than
cool...
So, having thoroughly fertilized the soil, we again
hit the road, completely surrendering
the will of our lower extremities, again I lead-
walking towards the club. After walking a little, strength
left your humble servant for a while,
and under the influence of slippery spring rain
horns, having previously soared into the sky, I di-
fell down with a loud crash, almost breaking
waving at my neck. But spektrumists are the people of life
and in a moment I was walking again
in a circle of friends. Then, after going through more
200 meters and standing by the road to piss
to formulate a further plan of action, we agree
heard the voice of a woman asking if we
accidentally dropped your watch? Having looked persistently-
When I got there, I immediately recognized my property. Oka-
it seemed like there was a fallso strong
known that the axle holding the steel
strap to the watch, which is why the latter is
fell, and the clock, unnoticed by the drugged
consciousnesses fell to the floor.
Delighted to have it in our city
conscious element (or element:) and
Having thanked him, we decided to visit
to Surv's apartment and immediately implemented this
a brilliant idea brought to life...
Now we are standing at the closed entrance and
we shout the nickname of the glorious stager, and after 5
minutes he walks with us in an unknown direction -
in the direction of any trading Pi-
vom establishment.
Having walked a little along a winding trajectory,
ry, we were not far from the right one
establishments for us, and here for a while our journey
dispersed, as everyone went inside, and we,
now together with Pix, let's go again
looked for and found a place for the blessed one
relaxed (piss, in general, let's go :). In
the time of the glorious ritual has come upon us again
pun, since we were practically caught
charming ladies in an obscene manner
the fairer sex, but thank God
gu, we turned away in time :) (it happened too
It's cool, words can't describe it :).
Having paid tribute to Mother Earth, we trace
followed the rest of the spektrumists, but
there was nothing interesting in that store.
Pix extracted Screamer's e-mail in order to
establish close contact with him, but, as
practice has shown that none of this is worthwhile
it didn't work out, not even oneno reply letter
it has arrived.
After leaving the store, we went back to
side of Surv's house. Standing at a crossroads
we were talking about Surv and Screamer-
'Oh, I still have to recalculate the results from the party,
and the mood is not quite the same, and we
broke up, finally, purely in the stage sense
:) saying goodbye. We won't see you soon,
but I'll see you for sure and maybe next
blowing Izhevsk party...
That's about how interesting it was for
Our day is March 31, 2001...
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