Gourmet - the fruits of progress.

                  

                                          
    In the middle of the desert there was a palm tree.
Under a palm tree, a Papuan tribe, amazed
leprosy, sipping port wine. Palm fruit
wore it poorly, the Papuans vegetated, ate
carrion, devoured parrots, rotten stains
pythons.  Polio flourished,
paranoia, psoriasis, diarrhea, parkinsonism.   
                                          
    Trying to prevent the death of Papua-
owls, subcommittee for assistance to primitive tribes
Plenipotentiary RepresentativePopova sent us.Popov, similar
but Prometheus, brought the fruits of the program to the Papuans
press: semiconductors, vacuum cleaner, pletisiog-
raf, etc. Popov received his pay on Fridays
prostrate, bought beer, pies, papaya,
Vidlo - fed prostitutes, trying
support the Papuan population. Popov's plan
failed disgracefully - vile prostitutes
used birth control pills. Tribe
died. The nosy Portuguese are selling
or port wine for fifty pesos, receiving
five hundred percent profit. Papuans propi-
put on your last swimming trunks.                    
                                          
    Desert  appealed to the successful
planter Pedro Pereira.  "I'll water the soil,
I will plant tomatoes, wheat, peppers" - plan-
the planter was digging. For Easter Pedro invited
Popov to have lunch.                         
                                          
    - Drive away the Papuans, - suggested Perey-
ra,  filling  Popov pulque,  punch,
Pilsner beer, adding liver
pate.  - I'll share the profits.  Let's go...
further instructions from the subcommittee - you will receive
Paraguayan citizenship, estate, peons,
ambassador post.                               
                                          
    - Get away, you bastard! - muttered
Popov, devouring a pig.                 
                                          
    - Think about it.  I'll give you a Picasso painting,
platinum ashtray, presented to Pinochet
I love you,” the planter promised. - The desert belongs to the Papuans, I understand
vile accomplice of the executioner Pinochet?! - proc-
Popov shouted.                              
                                          
    Pereira spat:                       
                                          
    - Pardies! Wait, patriot - counted
Let's go! Remember the planter Pedro Pereira! 
                                          
    Cursing Popov, Pedro turned,
went to prepare a coup. Popov
went to help the Papuans overcome remnants
Paleolithic - to drive away political passages
Dimtsev. The birds were singing. Shepherds grazed piglets.
The desert seemed beautiful...      
                                          
    Popov taught writing to the Papuans,
literature, soil science, pediatrics,
carried a pyramidon, diapers, rattles,
read to the tribe "Pioneer Truth", "Pa-
noramu", "Perspectives". The Papuans came up with
song:                                    
                                          
        The rooster crowed wake up          
        Order proclaimed:              
        Pereira, hide, parasite,        
        The Papuan woke up!                 
                                          
    Political classes were held. Prostitutes
re-educated, Popov bought a gramophone,
I was thinking about a projector. A five-year-old appeared
desert transformation plan. The plan was implemented
Papuan Progress Party: Papuans
sprinkled humus on the palm tree, fed it
permanganate, watered with bird droppings.
Popov nailed a poster under a palm tree: “We will get
five hundred pounds of full-fledged fruits!” Sweat-
the consumption of port wine fell, the Papuans
started buying condoms. Having calculated the
true story, Pereira shed a tear: five lousy
peso!  "We'll have to call a couple of agile
guys," thought the planter.              
                                          
    The despicable rogue Pete kidnapped the pass-
Popov's port, pierced the vacuum cleaner, persuaded
Papuans drink away the gramophone.  Pimply pass-
the wild man Pat spilled bird droppings, pre-
thoroughly tearing up the binder of Pravda. Police
illustrated Popov's mail, sent
provocateurs. A popular Parisian has arrived
singer, pederast Paul Plaisir, who glorified
Xia obscenesong "Kiss Paul's ass",
he brought pornography along the way. Elderly Papuans
we were looking through Playboy, skipping
lit classes. A hangout has appeared “Come re-
spend the night."  Popov's political platform
staggered.                              
                                          
    “It’s time to water the palm tree,” urged Po-
POV                                      
                                          
    - Let him die, we'll kill him! - pos-
The Papuans chuckled as they leafed through Parley. 
                                          
 Progressive Papuans signed a petition
tion, demanding an end to the provocations. By-
Pov carried the petition to Pereira. Near the estate
Pereira Popov met the niece of the plan-
tator - fifteen-year-old Paola.  Paola
winked and suggested we go for a walk. Pre-
Po- liked Pereira's flattering niece
povu.  Feeling the approach of the primeval
lust, forgetting about the petition, Popov kissed
shafted Paolo, pressed him, reached under the hem, sweated
shield  under the palm tree, tearing the translucent
dress.  Paola's pantaloons flew away,
sweaty   Popov's fivemuffled the squeak
“Let me go!”... Then the hangover came. I'm crying-
Paola complained to Pereira. Pereira
called the prosecutor.  The police have arrived
They beat Popov with sticks and hounded him with dogs.
The corrupt press wrote: “The patron of pa-
nyacob is a criminal! Shame on Popov! Lust
Lively Popov was caught by the police! "Pravda" about
was silent.                                  
                                          
 The process attracted representatives of the press,
the stalls were overflowing. Those who received the right to
presence chuckled, anticipating pi-
edging details. The simpletons who missed it
sale of passes, the window sills were plastered,
railing  The broad-shouldered policemen chased away
Papuans,  peons, prostitutes with sticks,
greeted Pereira: “Come in, please.”
please".                                  
                                          
    It struck half past twelve. It's time.             
                                          
    - Bring the defendant!  - ordered
chairman                             
                                          
    Five machine gunners brought in a beaten man
Popov, who received pneumonia - the fruit of pre-
visiting dank basements.           
                                          
    - I ask for justice, - Paola cried,
swallowing half the sentences.         
                                          
 - Popov is a sex offender... understand-
small, offered to lie down... She cried, asked
let him go... Popov kicked with his heels, broke
finger,   bit the chin, then under
knocked down by a palm tree...                        
                                          
    - Defendant Popov!                   
                                          
    - Political provocation of the right! Pao-
la was the first to wink... - tried to protest -
Comrade Popov.                             
                                          
    - Confess, you carrion, - suggested
Prosecutor Pesades.                         
                                          
    - Psychoanalyst Peterson, please! 
- The reason for Popov’s crime is clear.
The defendant's psyche is overloaded, overwhelmed
pyramidal tracts, sexual problems
persistently inflict torture on the subconscious. Semi-
Shariya are almost completely paralyzed by paranoia
ideal political plans. Promisky-
utet of the Papuans originally posted
pathological   psyche of the suspect.
I confirm under oath: Popov is a psycho-
Pat, a born criminal!             
                                          
    - Policeman Perez!                  
                                          
    - I confirm under oath: the proverb-
Ty Popov tried to submit a vile petition,
treacherously kicked the dog, tore off buttons
police chief, cursed the venerable plan-
Tator Pereyru, promised nepenoptutb half-
hundreds of fifteen.                    
                                          
    Clearing his throat, Prosecutor Pesades belted
nil political background to the crime,
the process of the defendant's fall, demanded:- Hang Popov! Let the verdict last
serves as a warning to such scoundrels!  
                                          
 - Hang it!  Hang!  - picked up
public.                                  
                                          
    The venerable Plevako Pullman stood up.   
                                          
    - Client Popov is a wonderful pa-
pehb! What happened under the palm tree simply happened
messy mess. Crime? Hang?
Prosecutor Pesades wished to hang the defendant
shield? Let me introduce - Puritan
Pesades! Great, let him hang the pederas-
let that Paul Plaisir cover the dens,
will stop prostitution!                     
                                          
    - Shut up, lousy Gobber! - flash-
sang the prosecutor.                             
                                          
    Pullman continued:                    
                                          
    - The police neglected procedural
rules.  They tried to confess the defendant
get under torture.Popov's groin was burned
flaming tow, poured with molasses, then
let the bees in. Paola's testimony is confused. Pe-
res - drunk, political provocateur. Psi-
Analyst Peterson - idiot, prosecutor
- a friend of the planter Pereira. Hang
ardent patriot Popov? Let me introduce
vit precedents!                           
                                          
    The public protested:                 
                                          
    - Shame on the police! Dogs! Executioners! Proku-
ror is bribed!                            
                                          
    - Refresh your memory, - urged the
jury Pullman, - remember the past: half-
night, lovely girlfriend, first kiss
lyy... Try to understand the defendant.
Prosecutor Pesades tried to represent Paola
as a teenager, I wove about puberty.
Paola is fifteen! Just think! Paola polo-
a mature bird, the first to wish for Popov.
A simple guy fell in love with Paola devotedly,
fiery, ardent. May Paola forgive Popo
wow, Padre Patrizio will marry the father as soon as possible
rock. I ask the jury to pardon Popov. 
                                          
    Those present jumped up:          
                                          
    - Have mercy!                         
                                          
    - Hang it!                           
                                          
    - Forgive Popov!                    
                                          
    - Hang Pereira!                   
                                          
    - Pullman sold out!                   
                                          
    Representatives  press  fight:
Polish writer Przezhinski was broken
prosthesis,  Panamanian pamphleteer Halibut
damaged liver, collapsed ceiling
crushed Princeton professor Porten,
Paul Plaisir's penis pinched, Palestinian
Pey Pasha shot the receptionist. The prosecutor
drenched in rotten tomatoes, the jury
hid. The chairman demandedprec-
start a fight, leave the premises,
promising to continue the process after fixing the
sense.  The public obeyed, suggesting
rob cellars full of port wine.      
                                          
    The village of Porto Pobre has been transformed. Pov-
here the frenzied consumers devoured
stolen products.  The rightists got up
hidden machine guns, pursued suspects
significant.  Progressives set fire to pubs.
The Protestants hanged the heels of the papists. Pa-
Pists roasted a Protestant pastor
Pfeiffer.  Opponents of sexual progress
abandoned homosexuals in front of a train Phnom Penh -
Pretoria. The cops are out for drunkenness -
or half of the criminals. Waving the proc-
underground workers ran by with laminations. Posvis-
bullets were flying. The Papuans, picking up the peaks,
killed one and a half hundred planters, police
chopped the Papuans with broadswords. We rose up
lethari - journeymen, miners, track-
tsy, printers - blew up the plant's warehouses -
Pereira's torus with pyroxylin gunpowder.      
    - Drink port!                       
                                          
    - Raise the wheat!                  
                                          
    - Place the dishes - beer!           
                                          
    - Look, it's full of fur!             
                                          
    - Piasters! Piasters!                   
    They forgot about Popov. The village was on fire
it smelled burnt. Drunk firefighters on the way
lost the pump.  1st Infantry Regiment
exclaimed Colonel Proximus as President
vol.  The putschists asked for help. Pentagon
sent paratroopers.                     
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        To be continued...