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 THE ADVENTURES OF STIRLITZ AND OTHER ADVENTURES
                BORMAN

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 - Dear passengers, our plane is arriving
landed at Washington airport,
We wish you a pleasant journey, and now that's it
get out of here, - a young stewardess with a cool
with my hips, completely unkindly,
 la everyone from the plane and
 locked him in the barn
                   castle
                    - When you can
 will meet? -
 impatiently inquiredStirlitz fell.
                    - How dare you, I
 I'll tell my husband! -possibly
The flight attendant was shaking.
 - I'll tell my husband myself, if you want, -
Stirlitz promised. - So when?
 - You should go, Comrade Stirlitz...  - pre-
the flight attendant lay down and named the place where
Roy needs to go.
  - Rude, - summed up the Russian
the driver and went to the self-
fly "sleeve".
  Immediately after the sleeve, Stirlitz noticed
two corridors - right and left. He scratched
behind the ear and went into the left corridor, rolling a
in front of a cart with suitcases.
 Suddenly Stirlitz felt that he was weak
Forever, but tenacious hands drag him somewhere -
then to the left, tearing the coat tails.  Stir-
The faces were surprised and kicked someone from behind.
There was a sobbing, and someone said in
purein Russian, with a nasty lisp:
  - Give back the koselek, shwolos!
 - I'll give you a wallet,  - said Stirlitz,
raising the impudent, overgrown, as it seemed,
dark wool and smelling like garbage,
above.  - First of all, I’m not your wallet,
I'll hit you in the face, but that's all second. I
Russian intelligence officer Isaev, and I will not allow all
what an American pig... yeah, that's it
Schellenberg!
  Schellenberg, overgrown beyond recognition and
he had lost a fair amount of weight, recognized Stirlitz earlier,
and began to howl joyfully, despite
leg bruised against the wall when falling.
  - Walter...  - said Stirlitz, getting ready
read an edifying speech. - what a shame
you're down!
 - Yes, - said Schellenberg, clearly
showing a wide gap in the top row
unbrushed teeth.  - We live poorly here.
 - “We” - who is this? - Stirlitz was surprised.
nyaka knew that at Lubyanka you could detain-
for a long time.
  - Yeah... We behaved badly, - joyful-
but Schellenberg said.
  - This is good and bad,- said Stir-
persons, very pleased.  He was pleased
that there is at least someone who can
prevention of hitting the face.
  - Where do you live?- he asked.
 - Where... where will you come, - doomedly say-
Schellenberg Hall.
  - Where is Iceman?
 - Chilling in the bar,  - Schellenberg in
I touched the obvious bruise under my left eye.
  - Okay,- said Stirlitz, making a decision
solid view. - I will put you on your feet!
 - Better give me a dollar,  - Shellen asked -
berg.
  - Why do you need a dollar?  - slowly philo-
Sterlitz said sophistically.
 - Ah!  - said Schellenberg, pretending
that he understands more than Stirlitz. - Zha
you can buy a woman a dollar!
  - A woman?! This is good ! - said Stir-
faces, crunching a pack of hundred-dollar bottles
strokes drawn by one of his acquaintances in
Brazil.
  - Let's buy a steamer of faffli, - suggested
Schellenberg, looking at the treasured pack.
  - No, women later, - Stirlitz said oza-
sideways. - Let's go find Iceman.
 - We want Aishman... - resisted
Schellenberg, - from him there are only losses...
 - What are the losses?  - Stirlitz adored the
stories about financial fraud.
  - Pofli, let me tell you, - said Schellenberg,
taking Stirlitz out of the airport. Behind them the mouth-
the policeman rushed.
 - Well,- began the former chief Stir-
faces, - I finally took out five dollars.
This pig Aishman gilled them and now
drunk... Go to the bar, where he feeds.
 Music unknown to anyone was playing in the bar,
consisting of chaotic impacts on something
wooden and metal. Iceman was sitting
at the end table and howled with pleasure.
His patch over his left eye had slipped.  Closed
the eye usually looked around,
what to pull together, like a locator.  Unexpectedly
the eye bulged. Stirlitz appeared at the door
in a black suit, with a flower in his buttonhole, and with
Schellenberg under his arm.
  " Told... Told everything ", - briefly
zero in Iceman's brain. Schellenberg lied
Stirlitz - no one kicked them out of Lubyanka for
bad behavior.  They ran away when they found
worked in logging in Chukotka,
where they did nothing but do nothing.
Iceman immediately sobered up and slid to the floor.
  - Iceman! - Stirlitz said joyfully.
 - Stirlitz, - unfriendlyIce muttered
man, standing under the table on all fours.
  - Don't be angry, Iceman, I didn't do it on purpose, I
duty ordered.
 Stirlitz remembered adventures with an imaginary
bar in Cuba.
  "Who is this - Debt?" - Iceman was surprised.
 - What are you talking about?- he asked, sticking out-
coming from under the table.
  - Yes, by the way, I had to, - said
Stirlitz. - how do you live without me?
 - Bad, - said Iceman and hiccupped. - Women-
no skins, no vegetation, no kefir,
There is no Borman, there are no cheap toilets, "White-
no pestilence, no wine, no beer, no moonshine
no, there’s not even a vodka, there’s nowhere to live.
  - This is good, - said Stirlitz. - And where
live, we'll find it somehow.

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