Story - Night at my brother-in-law's.

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  EPIGRAPH:


  Humanity could
                   achieve incredible
                   good luck if it
                   was more sober.
                                    I.Goethe


 CHARACTERS:


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|  WHO │ NICKNAME │ HEIGHT │ WEIGHT |
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|   I │ Undertaker │ 185 │ 80 |
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| Shurik │ -------- │ 185 │ 8b |
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|  Max │ Pronya │ 187 │ [I don’t remember, but very small] |
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| Vodka │ a lot │ 27 │ 0.5 |+═══════+════════════+══════+═══ ═══════════════════════════════+

 
 FROM THE AUTHOR:

 This story tells how
the above people spent time together
August evening, crawling all over the floor
night, and vomited in the morning, trying to remember
what happened yesterday. Since me several times
were overtaken by memory lapses, then the data
I will fill in the gaps with readings
eyewitnesses that during the story I will note
especially. ETHAN:

 NIGHT AT YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW'S.

 After a collective trip to the store, we
fell in with Shurik and to the sounds of the band
"METALLICA" began to prepare snacks, then
I mean, peel the cataflyans and cut the sausage.
Soon everything was ready, and we froze in
solemn pose.  "Well, let's get started!"  -
said Shurik, looking at the abundant table, and
holding a flange in his hand.  We sat down at the table and
let's start... The first toast was, it seems, to
health.  The second toast was to
parents did not return early. For
that we were already supposed to make a third toast
anyway, since we started the debate on
different life topics. Sipping a little more
we started drinking beer, which had a strange
taste and unhealthy color.  I'm up tostill
I'm trying to remember what kind it was
like this.  While drinking beer to Shurik in
a brilliant idea came to mind, and, raising
dull eyes, he croaked: “Pronya, drag
second!"  Pronya has already taken his ass off
stools, but Shurik remembered that such
a responsible mission should not be trusted
Prone, and immediately added: “Stop, I’d rather
yourself, otherwise you’ll break it again..." Later
For a minute we were already racking our brains over toast.
Having come up with nothing, we said: “Well,
In general, we will..."
   Phrases like:
"You are my best friend... You too... Well, you and
you're eating... Damn... Do you respect me?.." and
etc. At this time we finished off the second bottle.
Next, it was decided to include musical
center and to the sounds of OFFSPRING
to come off (this is at two o'clock in the morning), what
we started doing it, but soon I noticed
that we're just crawling on the floor and yelling
something very scary. Somewhere here with me
and there was a loss of memory. Further
narration (until the moment I
consciousness will return), will be based on
Shurik's memories.
   Everyone went to bed: me and Pronya - in
Shurik's room, and Shurik - in the hall. Shura already
almost fell asleep when the silence was broken
characteristic sound made by vomiting
man and spitting fresh vomit about
carpet  In one moment in Shurik's headA thousand thoughts flew by: “Who did this?!
Nowry!  Your mother!!!" He entered the room and
saw my vomiting, unconscious body.
Swearing three-story obscenities, he dragged me
to the toilet, but the path ran past that
the bed on which Pronya slept
(ha ha ha) and I vomited right on him.
Shura, without letting me go, shouting “Pronya!
Get up!!!"  kicked him off his feet. But Pronya
He just raised his index finger and said:
“Just a minute,” and then fell asleep
restless sleep.  Shurik dragged me into
toilet, and he cleaned up the vomit and fell asleep
salt these places. Then I went to bed. In the morning
he is in the most disgusting mood and
body got up to go to the toilet. Nakovo
he was surprised when he saw mine
head sticking out of the toilet (I was sleeping).
After he woke me up, he came to me
consciousness returned (hurray!).
   I entered the room and saw absolutely
a picture incomprehensible to me: carpets and
the only free bed was
covered with salt. My health was leaving
much to be desired: my head was splitting, and
the third world war was going on in the stomach, so
Without thinking, I collapsed onto the bed. Via
I woke up for a couple of hours, shook myself off
salt, and went out onto the balcony, since in the room
everything was already vomited. Probably
my stomach felt fresh air,
because I sensed strange activity
the last one,I leaned over the railing and
started vomiting right on the windowsills below
floors. I don't know if I hit anyone
on the head, but the quiet atmosphere of the early morning
was torn apart by a woman’s cry: “What are you doing, you bastard
Dzelayesh!!!"
   I don't think it's worth telling you about
how Shurik vomited, how he irritated both of us
Pronya (he puked before everyone else), how
parents arrived, and what Shura told them, and
what his mother thought, but what this
we remember the night like a bad dream,
Once again confirms the words of the great
classics written at the very beginning of this
narratives.

      Remembered and wrote downUndertaker
        especially for OVERLOG.
                03/17/99.