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(c) Kozma Prutkov MDM XXX-XX-XX

		    ZX-NET and everything, everything, everything...

			   Part I

 Hamer sat silently on the edge of the cliff, chatting with his hefty caps.
size 48 ladies over the abyss, where he had a hard time
way. He stared intently at a modem that belonged to a dozen of them.
just like him, hanging on Hamer’s thin neck, blue from the rope. A
somewhere below, where the bottom of the gorge was located, it was seething and foaming
cloudy water.  Her noise barely reached Hamer's sensitive ears
because of the enormous distance separating them. “Well, it’s time...”, -
Hamer said to himself and was about to throw himself down, carrying away
the lives of innocent modems, when suddenly, behind their backs,
I could hear someone screaming: “STOOOOOO!” Hamer turned around sharply. Shouting-
The guy was a short peasant, shod in felt
nki. He was wearing a bulletproof vest, which clearly did not suit him.
size, a helmet like a builder's, and worn jeans covered with this
layer of patches that made it difficult to determine what color they were
until repaired. In the man’s hand was a polished screw-
ka (1917 release) with a bayonet.
 “Beard...” Hamer rejoiced, looking through the layer of thick brush.
we see the face of a stranger, - and I’m here, you know, to swimwas going...
 “Yes,” said Beard, “cleanliness is the key to health. By the way, you have a snack-
Is there nothing to eat?
 -Nope!
 “Okay then, happy bathing,” Beard mumbled and
kicked Hamer forcefully.
 Hamer tumbled and flew into the abyss. And Beard stood for a long time
here, clicking his tongue and trying to see at least a piece of the Hamer, swimming
walking along the river. Then Bredius slowly walked across the green
on the summer grass in the direction of the village of Gamay Over,
where his best friend and constant drinking companion Shmurt lived, hiding
from the tax police, known to everyone due to forged documents -
there, like Sturm. Walking past the house of Yuri Fiofanovich Lamov, Beard
suddenly stopped. On the fence in bold letters was written:

	L A M A + H A M E R = L A M E R!

 “Ay-ay-ay!” thought Beard and with a deft movement of his hand he crossed
the word "LAMA" in his name, and then he performed a similar operation
with the word "HAMER". “That’s better!” he said, rubbing his sweat.
chalk stained hands.
 - Why are you, dog, ruining fences? - was heard from behind, and
Someone's hefty hand painfully dug into Beard's ear.
 - Uncle, I won’t do it anymore. Let me go, my mother is at home
sick... And in general, I am an orphan.
 “Talk to me again,” said the stranger, and Beard was prompted.
backplate
 - Uncle, but I’m not deceiving you. I really need to go.
Small children at home are starving....
 The sound of a second slap on the head was heard.
 -Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!Beard, and it worked. He's in pain-
They no longer prescribed slaps on the head. Only just one
kick on a soft spot, and.......
 Beard woke up lying in someone's garden. Somewhere very close
the rooster crowed. And silence.....

			   Part II

 Looking around feverishly, Beard tried to get out of the garden until
he was not caught. Scratching his hairy fingers on the thorns until they bled,
which grew very densely in these places, he was on all fours
got to the fence. Only here was Beard able to catch his breath and
how to think about a way out of this situation. After drying 0.5-
a liter bottle of beer, which until this moment had been waiting in the wings for
Beard's bosom, he was finally able to soberly assess his situation. By
in his opinion, there was only one way out - to climb over the fence.  "Well, climb,
“Climb like that,” he said to himself, and tried to throw his leg
on the fence. As luck would have it, his right lower limb didn’t work at all.
bodies rise high. Cursing dirty, Beard once again
I tried to repeat the procedure. But nothing good comes out of this
it didn't work out.
 Then Beard crawled (again on all fours) about two meters -
escape from the damned fence and, gathering his strength, rushed to run into
the same side from which he had just crawled.  Loud crash of two you-
broken boards and a dozen broken bones of Beard echoing
was spreading all over the area. Not even 1/100 of a second passed before these sounds
I was joined by Beard's desperate cry and squealZaporozhets brakes...

			  ----//----

 “Ugh, what an abomination!” was all he could say as he got out of the car.
Arseny's mobile, looking at the corpse smeared on the road. Senya neo-
expectedly felt a lump come to his throat recently
shady pasta. This surprise forced him to take out his
mana plastic bag, which was specially prepared
for such cases.
 -We-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e! - rang out
suddenly in the air.
 Having finished with his need, Senya, no longer paying any attention to
for blood, not for pieces of meat on the road, I examined it from all sides -
the crumpled fender of your car.
 - Well, damn it, I just installed a new wing yesterday, and here’s some freak
ruined everything!
  What followed was a whole illogical chain of selected non-
censorship, which is impossible to cite for ethical reasons -
but...
 -Well, tomorrow I will present you with a bill for ....twenty thousand dollars.
 The eyes of Beard, who rolled along the road, noticeably widened, and,
looking at his position, Beard’s lips (or rather, what comes from them -
was still able to utter in response a whole series of no less strong
certain words and expressions used in such cases.
 “It’s not good to swear at your elders,” Senka began to say, kicking
and kicking the bloody skull of the insolent.

			PRATSYAG BUJE...