Pinocchio rose from the ashes in which
I slept, washed my face, brushed my teeth and woke up.
It was early morning. Malvina moaned
in the dust, she dreamed of Karabas in pymas with
whip and all eight types of abuse
twa over a porcelain doll. Scratching Mr.
up, Buratino approached the window and
tried to look into it. Heavy rafts
The curtains did not allow this. "Ku-
ditch,” Buratino thought about his wife and opened
mouth
“Kurva!” came from the open mouth.
Have breakfast!
Immediately using both words that I knew,
Pinocchio was silent for a long time.
Remembering the desire that tormented her-
it's been a week now, he approached the one hanging on
a portrait of his father on the wall and stared at him
the only one remaining after the repair -
manhole “It’s not like that,” I wanted to think
Pinocchio, but he couldn’t. He was thinking
nothing to do before repairs. And after
his wooden head was sanded
circle, yes after triple varnishing, yes
after the removal of the nose, the once groovy and bu-
the cute boy lost all interest in
moving objects and lay on it for hours
shop, listening to the crackling in the fireplace
his half-brothers. Many years ago
back he and Malvina got along with some
children who never asked for food,didn’t scream, didn’t cry, but stuck on the shelf
in the form of pot-bellied ones inserted into one another
girls. In addition to the occasional foreigners who came
strangers, no one was interested in them.
Buratino did not sell them, because
didn't see any point in metal
circles, but didn’t allow me to burn them in the stove
Malvina. Not that she felt
myself as a mother, not that there was a supply of firewood
very large, but nevertheless she beat
Pinocchio's head is against the wall until
As long as he hasn’t lost all intentions.
After that there was a renovation. Karabas requested
incredible money - Malvina only understood
but that's more than a new one costs
jealous little man - that's why the repairs were
made hastily by Artemon. Because of
slightly congenital and very acquired
Because of alcoholism, Artemon’s hands trembled,
therefore the repaired Pinocchio is semi-
was considered noseless, one-eyed and half the size
shim.
- It’s nothing... - falling into a binge, he managed
mutter Artemon. -It's a pity, horns
couldn't adapt...
They groaned in the sleeping corner and got up
dust. Wrapping his bald head in waffle wrap
with a towel, Malvina stood up and immediately sat down.
She always sat right there, it was hers
a feature that she is not exactly
I was excited, but in any case not embarrassed -
las. Still, the years took their toll, the path from
bed to squat, becomingall co-
rather, reduced to a minimum. The years have taken
their own... Few people remembered the time when
Pinocchio is still young and loud, he led under
tin crown ruddy, sonorous voiced non-
a newsa with unbroken ears and a factory p-
ric; when Artemon got drunk until and-
indignation not with vodka, but with kvass; when is it
shadowy Karabas was indeed respectable
nom; when Basilio was still free;
when, even at that time, the middle-aged Giuseppe
ne was able to steal Carlo's watch.
Everything collapsed and fell into disrepair with laughter
the mouth of old Carlo. Portrait, overstayed
the only one in the whole apartment and forever
lode fly, also dilapidated and getting ready
to death.
-A letter has arrived from Tortilla! - remembering
Malvina said, turning to the portrait
father-in-law The husband listened carefully to the crackling
flame. -Writes that frogs are from an airplane
they were poisoned with some nasty thing, they went savagely
They also thrashed me at the Duremar water intake. Pi-
She says that she herself has gone a little crazy. And Dure-
Mara also thrashed.
-Breakfast! - Buratino shouted into the fireplace.
His nail heated up and aroused desire,
which the head interpreted in its own way
mu. -Have breakfast, bitch!
-And he also writes that Alice is at the market with the chicks-
ganami barked and lost all income,
and the undertaking not to leave the place is still valid, and
she became completely poor, she sold her thimbles,
but doesn’t want to go to a nursing home. Basi-
lio afterimprisonment there, how to drink give it to-
covers...
Seething with rage, the wooden man
everchek turned around with the chair and -
shouted as he shouted very rarely. Without
words, without letters, mouth wide open,
which required food.
“I’m sure,” said his porcelain girlfriend
and poured sawdust into the plate. She stood up
and creakingly went to her husband. It was early morning.
Quite late for the old wooden
little man and his porcelain girlfriend.
It started from afar, when this impudence
there was no trace of the pigeon yet. Also
his parents were not born. Still only him
great-grandfather was courting a dove, the future great-grandmother
insolent, gurgled, worried, insolent
shafted his chest, puffed up his feathers, inspired
ny wonderful spring one thousand de-
nine hundred eighty-five.
That's when it started: that spring when
a wise man came to power and commanded
destroy the vineyards so that the people
stopped drinking and started working. And in re-
As a result, Sergei Ivanovich was unable to
buy your favorite wing for your birthday
Moscow port. The birthday boy winced
annoyance and bought a simpler drink
Vsky. I was a little upset, of course.critical words... But he restrained himself. Sder-
Sergei Ivanovich was a gentle man.
And by the next birthday I had to
Sergei Ivanovich to be content with Azerbaijan
Baijani port wine, a rough and
arousing primitive desires, not co-
suitable for everyone in a cordial atmosphere
family feast. Significantly upset-
sya Sergey Ivanovich and instead of responding
almost made a thank you toast
a sharp phrase about a wise man and his co-
warriors...
And yesterday Sergei Ivanovich was again and-
Meninnik and had nowhere to go, how
take vodka, rightly nicknamed in
people "Dead water".
Who received her at the birthday feast, and
who couldn't. The birthday boy accepted... But
held back...
And this morning Sergei Ivano suffered
HIV head for work. Do
of course there was such a head at work
nothing, but discipline is discipline.
Carried. And swinging it heavily, he wandered behind
her himself. His legs are a little loose...
fell, the body staggered, and the head
made twitches from time to time
tions that surprised not only the oncoming
people, but also Sergei Ivanovich himself, -
such were the consequences of immoderate
on the eve of consumption of “dead water”.
He walked like this, walked, remembered the after-
your last birthdays, wise manhuman
centuries remembered, still wisely guided
dear, and his companions... He said
addressed to these comrades several lengthy
words, even more drawn-out formulas
expressed his attitude towards going everywhere
dynamic process. But all this is a thought
lazily, but out loud he restrained himself.
And near the bus stop I stared
he's right in the middle of a flock of pigeons,
she was fed some bread crumbs
crazy old lady.
The flock took wing, producing a large
noise, and one pigeon, from impudence or with
in fright, while taking off, it dripped onto Sergei’s coat
Ivanovich a cloudy iridescent drop. Cap-
would be on the back - Sergey Ivanovich and not
would feel the burden of this insignificant
volume of moisture. And I wouldn’t know about what was done
insult him. But the scoundrel dove dropped
on the sleeve.
Sergei Ivanovich held out for nine years...
-I'll kill you, you bastard! - he yelled and rushed
beat the pigeon. The pigeon was really scared
shyu. I was wildly scared. And away we went
strength And Sergei Ivanovich rushed after
him, knocking down passers-by and jumping over cars
tobuses:
-The President spits, okay! Government p-
okay! The last saleswoman... Lad-
but... But also you, creature!!!
The difference in speeds still saved the
Lubya He was already low-level flying over
forests and mountains, and Sergei Ivanovich only
ko ran outto the city outskirts, where
fell lifeless.
However, breathing soon returned, and
along with it - vision and hearing.
And he heard a mighty hum, and then
he saw a huge p-
a bird, the size of a pigeon, no less
than with an airplane. Yes, most likely this is it
there was a plane. He probably has
the landing gear failed, and now he walked to-
cursed and drained the fuel so that when sitting on
belly, do not catch fire. But he leaked it
not in a row, but at one point. Something for him...
the point where Sergei Ivano lay
Vich, I liked it. Apparently she was aware
initially conceived by nature as the most
suitable location for emergency drainage
heaven
The smell of the fuel is almost as foul
tastes like “dead water”, but tastes a little
nicer, but not much. But there was color
wonderful - bluish with a sparkle.
Because of the color, maybe Ser-
gay Ivanovich.
He lay under this sparkling shower,
under the flowing tent, odorous sounds beat upon it
jets, and Sergei quietly said
Ivanovich:
-The President spits...the speculator spits...
the last pigeon on the last coat ha-
dit... Come on, you too. Come on, come on. Lei.
Who cares...
Oh, what a glorious land
Around Koktebel Bay:
Collective farms, fucking state farms, fucking nature!
But they spoil this beauty
The parasites who came here, fuck, morality -
ugly freaks.
Parasites sleep under a bush,
They don't work
And sports, fuck, and sports, fuck, and
sports,
You can't even see the trousers they're wearing,
One dude for three
And shorts, fuck, and shorts, fuck, and shorts.
The girls look terribly naked
Where were the Komsomol looking?
And school, fuck, and school, fuck, and school?
Although she is wearing a swimsuit,
But under the swimsuit, hey,
Everything is bare, fuck, everything is bare, fuck, everything
naked...
Today the guy drinks whiskey
And tomorrow he sells plans
Native, fucking, Soviet plant.
Today the guy has a beard
Where is tomorrow? In the Enkaved?
Freedom, fuck, freedom, fuck, freedom...
Let them say that I am mineI wrote an article for money -
Don't twirl, fuck, don't twirl, fuck,
don't believe it
No, I didn’t write for the ruble,
And because I was fucking
And I fucking am, and I will be fucking until I die!
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