Pero - Spectrum through the eyes of ordinary people: the history of MotoWator.

 MotoWator presents:         
                                          
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                   True story.                  
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      So I came from my fucking school
 chickpeas  The last couple was for fun -
 Computer Science.  I've been looking forward to my
 cop when she asks if anyone has
 computers.  I thought I would answer that I have
 Specky and she will squeal with joy. Then
 turns out she's a longtime fan of this
 type of computers But everything turned out completely differently
 Wow, this story is about a lame teacher.       
      We got drunk with Lehoy and sat down on
 last desk.  Computer Science Department -
 next to the physics room and the physics teacher is teaching
 part-time and computer science.
 I'm in high spirits, just kidding,
 I’m settling in, but my experienced eye immediately blocked
 methyl BK-0010.                           
 The lesson has begun.  And here is the long-awaited one
 question:                                  
  - Guys, does anyone have a home?
 computer?                              
  The class got excited, I shouted:          
  - SPECTRUM!                            
  But the desired effect did not follow.    
  - Yeah, Spectrum...                     
      There was indifference in her voice.
 new notes... I immediately reached for the pistol
 in the summer, but I rememberedthat I don’t wear such things
 cabbage soup She was lucky...                         
  Then Lekha shouted about his four.  
  - Oh, FOURTH AND TEN-SIXTH!!!!. -
 the reaction is amazing. The whole class fell silent.
 She, bulging her eyes and making a fan of her fingers
 approached Lekha. She had a stupid look on her face
 a childish smile of immense happiness.     
      Lech, an ordinary unfinished pussy
 user, teased her with a stupid phrase
 1997:                           
 - Personal Computer!              
  It was something, you had to see it.
 How she came even closer and louder, how
 at the speech she said:               
  - Well, are you playing or working somehow?
 yet?                                    
  - Yes, of course I’m working...              
  - What languages do you know? - swallowing drool
 she interrogated with puppyish delight.      
  - Well, Pascal...                         
      Lech didn’t understand Pascal, he just
 it hangs on a screw.                
      In short, so as not to detain you. From
 subsequent meaningless strings of words
 it became clear that this uncouth "Lererin"
 understands the "four" as the last achievement
 technology.                           
      I, trying to swallow a lump of resentment in
 throat asked:                           
  - Well, damn it, haven’t you heard of the Pentium glitch?
 hali or what? - She didn’t hear me anymore,
 and the lump in my throat prevented me from speaking. Then
 Lech himself found out what about the Pentium
 she didn't hear...                        
      I felt dizzy. Became used
 put piercing and cutting weapons in your pockets
 firearms. Didn't find it. She doesn't like
 lucky this time. Next time I'll come
 I'm preparing for computer science.                 
  I remember when I was in school I went to the Operating Procedures Department
 rum of the computer, so when it again became re-
 Ryat lamer texts already familiar to me
 really started to come out slowly
 from myself.                                 
  She's completely lost her mind:                
  - And you, Leshenka, can you even-
 Yes, don’t go to computer science classes.       
      I turned white, then blue, then...
 rummaged through SVGA.  This is what I am, hereditary
 Motovator, didn't expect it. Pisyukovets is taller than me
 set.  His vision became blurred... His
 four hundred and eighty-sixth - that means he
 cool!                                 
      Only two hours later, when we
 Lekhoy puffed up beer at the Kamyshinsky market,
 it became easier.  Now I'm thinking about strangling
 the teacher is a lamer, or drown in a stinking
 Sviyage.                                  
      The lesson continued and it became clear that
 everyone fantasizes about computers. When-
 than fantasy is clearly not scientific. Everything was
 so wrong, ignorant. Well
 I endured this too, andendured it when she
 began to dictate the concepts of keyboard, processor,
 drive.  It turns out she has an idea
 The Spectrum was a 48K calculator
 with a tape recorder as a medium. She
 I set my BC almost higher than Specky. 
      When I finish college, I will
 I'll come and see you at my working leisure
 I'll send her.                                
                                          
                                          
                                          
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