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What is a "forest"?
(Question on the bus)
Well, I crawled to the tenth Marazm. Frankly, I'm sick of
whether these "anniversaries". Every anniversary is celebrated by all publications
and this has already become bad form. I don’t remember who, but somehow she told me -
Is it possible that the whole charm of Marazm is in its originality - every time
it's new and you don't know what to expect in the next issue. Very le-
nice statement :). We will count EVERY number of Marazm, yube-
let's go :).
Basically, that's all I can come up with about this now,
therefore, I will stop creaking my brains and start my Marazm...
(break for dinner :))
Well, I ate and now my thoughts are working better. By the way, I have
There is now a bottle of Zhigulevsky in the refrigerator... Hmm, I’m getting old,
I’m getting old... Previously, this bottle would have stood nearby and was empty.
yaniya. Although maybe the whole point is that over the past five days I
I got drunk on this beer :). In general, if they tell you that Po-
Lotsko beer is delicious - spit in his face. It's strong, but not
not tasty. I spent more than half of my daily allowance on this rubbish.
nykh. In total, in five days I drank 24 bottles, of which only two
are Zhigulevsky, the rest... Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself.
So, after working for only a month at the Youth Theater, they took me totouring in
Polotsk, or rather to Novopolotsk. Who came up with this idea in the city?
fishing? Killing is not enough. Both performances that went there were for
complete strangers to me (one I saw, the second I didn’t hear at all,
neither snout). As they told me: “That’s where you’ll be introduced!” I especially horse-
I wasn’t really excited about this - the tour, after all! And get out
from Minsk for a week, I didn’t mind either.
As soon as the bus left the theater, the men unbuttoned their pants (FLY:)
JOKING ;)) their bags and pulled out into the light of day a drink, strong
at 40 degrees, popularly called simply: VODKA. If anyone else
remembers :), then I haven’t drunk vodka since the end of January. Here for me
there was a test. Choking on saliva, I methodically refused:
Do you have a hundred?" Finally, unable to withstand such tension, I groaned -
100 grams, but at the same time refused the snack in order to feel
this taste :). Cursing myself for weakness, I firmly decided to drink more water.
I decided not to drink and kept my word (although it was difficult :)).
All the way I observed things that were absolutely amazing to me. On
hefty memorials (no other word for it) stood on the roadsides.
thing!) on which was proudly written in huge letters: “Glory
To work!”, or “Peace, peace!”... I thought such jokes had sunk
into oblivion already ten years ago, but no! The coolest sign
ka broadcast: “DON’T GET DISTRACTED!” :)))))))). To whom and for what reason
was this pearl intended?! In general, the scoop never stops meglad
wat :).
After drinking, the men began to slow down the bus so they could “pee.” One-
damn the driver stopped near the store and everyone (except me)
stocked up on vodka again! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
Cursing this sinful world, I pulled out two liters from my bag, bought
beer from Minsk (I wanted to drink it upon arrival) and began
absorb methodically. Fifteen minutes later I was overcome by the worldly-
oh joy and desire to sing, dance, or just like someone
hit the face :).
Finally we are in Novopolotsk. Staggering and clinging to the walls,
Minsk Theater of YOUNG spectators :) broke into the hotel with a proud Fi-
lename: "BELARUS". Having filled out the forms (and in the column: “Purpose of reception-
zda,” those who were more sober wrote: “Touring.” And those who had difficulty
held the pen: "Commitment"), we were given the keys and sent to the dump-
to be. As always, I turned out to be the owner of number 13 (this is already from
areas of mysticism!) on the third floor. Number, to my greatest ra-
reached, turned out to be a single-seater. The first thing I did was turn the
scratched the picture on the wall “Letter from the Front” and with a pen wrote on the end
al: "Werewolves/FTL'98" and below: Spectrum forever! (Who will bring-
If you want to visit this hotel - take a look at room 13 :)).
Naturally, I didn’t want to sleep, so I decided to visit the local
store looking for beer. Walking around the city I was blown away by the place...
those... traffic lights! At first I thought it was only in one month
those are such a joke, but having gone further,I was convinced of the pattern
this fact. The intersection works as follows: On all four-
On the pedestrian side the red light is on. Lights up first
green for cars in one direction, then the other, and then all the way
four sides for pedestrians! Cool. The tallest buildings are not
above nine floors. There are many shops, but half are not open. On
one boasted an awesome name: Housewares! Mind
ra! In principle, the part of the city that I explored was
fight an ordinary province. Yes! I almost forgot. In the city I'm not all
not a single informal person, or at least a nirvanoid! All walls in
in the gateways are written: Queen is the best! Michael Jackson, Sting
and other poppy stuff! They looked at me like I was an alien :) (translated)
For the past three days I have been walking around with my hair loose. On the fourth I think
The young man heard from some youngsters his favorite phrase: “Look,
shaggy!" :)).
There were three varieties of local beer in the store: Zhigulevskoe (ed.
bone rubbish), Skorynenskoye (didn’t taste it - drank after four)
three bottles of different beer) and finally: Charounae! I sipped this beer
all subsequent days. By the way, there was also our “Krynitsa” - Zhigulev -
skoe and Lev. But I thought, why the hell did I come to Polotsk and
drink Minsk beer?! Yes, and more. Their beer costs 9 thousand, and ours costs 15!
Charounae has 14%, dark color and taste: with Leo pretensions, but
much nastier. Easy to drink in sipsimpossible! Only
from a glass and gap. But it works cool. You drink two bottles
back and you don’t understand anything - he doesn’t aim! Suddenly you realize that
not only do you start talking to yourself out loud, but
You can also make circles based on the number :)). No weed needed.
They made me sit right in the hall! Can you imagine that
does it mean to sit at the device among juvenile back-biters? Everyone
will want to press some button, or pull out some
plug, while smiling from ear to ear and asking: “Uncle, is this from-
Is this where the sound comes?" I chased them there in the tail and mane. But these bastards
Like fleas, you can’t keep track of everyone. On Friday the 13th (as I knew!)
These assholes ripped out the socket right in the middle of the performance. Sound cruel
broke off along with the control panel lighting. Cursing, I, raking my
the local audience from their seats, crawled under the chairs to look for the place of the cliff.
Three numbers passed without sound, and three more I gave the wrong ones (by skipping
worse :)). Well, I think that's it! I survived Friday the 13th. Nevermind! These
The bastards cut the cord during the evening performance! It's good that
it was intermission. In general, I was never bored there. By the way,
the device was still there! Professional remote control "Allen & Heath",
which any recording studio and two other
flood mechanical womanizers :)). It was a complete blast! These
two old men creaked like a cart, and when rewinding, they screamed hysterically
fuck offthe whole hall. The controls are also downhole - on levers. In short
I felt like a tractarian there :).
The coolest moment happened on the third day. Before this, in the past
in the evening I didn’t calculate the volume and two bottles remained untouched -
you (there were eight of them in total!). Deciding to leave the beer cold
until the next evening, I wrapped the bottles in a towel and laid them
into the sink and poured cold water. In the morning all the water flowed out and I didn’t
Touching the beer, I rushed to work. Imagine my surprise when...
when I came for lunch and saw: a towel hanging on the radiator, a shell
the wine is neatly plugged up with a cork that appeared from God knows where and
water is flooded. My two beers are still and perfectly good.
good! This is the service!!! ;))) I laughed for a long time.
On the last day (i.e. today) we were delighted - in Polotsk
rantin! And so we all leave Novopolotsk together and head to Minsk,
which I was immensely happy about, since I would have had two more days in Polotsk and
I'd be crazy :).
In general, this is where I stop my story. Beer or something...
Nooooo, not beer! I guess I'll go to bed sober :).
Good luck to everyone and don't drink too much beer - it will stick together :)
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