Chronicle - anniversary, or Beer riot on a quiet lake.

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Prolog: this text was written by me /....                   
after the event described below, ....                     
at the request of the other participants, allegedly                           
for publication on the pages of C-week...                           
I tried my best as always. They are not :(                             
                                                                
                            Jubilee,                           
                              or                               
                   Beer riot on a quiet lake.                  
              (memories of one of the participants)              
                         PART ONE.                          
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    On a fine sunny morning, when the sky is not under your feet  
 foreshadowed something disgusting, we met at the beer temple  
 "Hurricane" Great Beer Whisperers...Naturally, such wonderful coincidences don’t happen, and how are you  
 you see, everything was planned in advance :)                     
    And naturally they came not empty-handed, but empty-handed  
 bottles of cola, forfeit and other rubbish. It was MAG, Tom  
 Hial,Doctor Grifus,Laser Genius and Fox Fluffy.                
    They carried out about 12 liters of sacred things from the temple  
 drink, almost depriving the rest of the pilgrims of that great  
 the joy they came for.                                 
    Then the whole crowd headed to the sacred lake "Yubileinoye"  
 ", not forgetting to take these 12 liters with you...                
    On the way there, Laser told jokes, Tom Hial actively  
 supported, everyone laughed together and it was very fun 8-).          
    Along secret stitches, along overgrown paths, underground passages and  
 hanging bridges :), the procession went to the sacred  
 a lake full of fans.                                
    Inspired by thoughts of a secluded beach, everything is abrupt  
 dragged away from the concrete drain from the lake, erected instead  
 old squalor, and also managed to argue whether the lake had become  
 more, or vice versa, wider :).                                  
    Then, having walked along the shore for a couple of kilometers, and not finding  
 decent place, they chose an average lousy place, and  
 Having spread the blanket, we sat down importantlyview of sticking out of the water  
 20 meters from the shore there is an island of sand...                     
    The excess beer was immediately placed in water, and the rest  
 immediately went into use.  And everything would be cool, but  
 The sun, looking at them, immediately fell off somewhere (apparently, he too  
 I wanted...)                                                 
    The gentle lake beckoned to jump into the water, but  
 The beer that was splashing near the shore whispered something completely different.       
    Probably everyone came for their own, and MAG, having undressed, climbed into  
 water first.  Having trampled the bottom in different places, and swum to  
 island, MAG began to yell at us from there and bend his fingers at his elbows.  
    But they waved Beer from the shore, and MAG, after thinking, returned. Besides  
 time                                                        
    In all of them there were already 2 battles, and the third battle was already underway.  
 The sun still didn’t show, but I still wanted to get into the water.       
    Finally Fox couldn't stand it anymore and also climbed into the lake. MAG was not  
 off to keep him company, and they grabbed an unfinished bottle  
 with beer, sailed to the island and finished her off there.                 
    On the shore there was clearly indignation at their depraved  
 actions, and a bottle of Fox flew into the lake.                  
    -Catch, catch! - they shouted from the shore, - it will swim!                  
    -Yes, it’s empty! - MAG made his conclusion.-Yes, there is still beer there! - a cry was heard from the shore.            
    -My Beer?!!! -Fox rushed into the water to help his Beer.  
    The beer was saved and the deserters were returned and fed.  
 fried bread with cucumbers to the fullest extent of the law...          
    However, the weather was clearly whispering nasty things in my ear, and it began to drip  
 rain. Soon there will be no more than a third of those 12 liters left, but here  
 Everyone undressed together and climbed out to look for a ford on the island.          
    Their search was soon crowned with success, and the whole noisy party  
 started doing this...                                      
    At first they took their anger out on an empty bottle (apparently  
 anger at the empty container in general took its toll), the poor bottle was flying around  
 island like a UFO, and everyone mocked him in unison, hammering him into  
 imaginary gate :-E...                                     
    Then Laser and Tom staged a Kortal Mombat and broke  
 each other's ribs gradually calmed down and went from practice to  
 theory...                                                      
    The Doctor, MAG and Fox were suffering from stupidity, looking longingly at  
 The beer that was still resting on the other side...               
    Further continuation of this wild orgy is difficult  
 description, I must say that even in the rain, which is still  
 went, despite all Tom’s shamanic conspiracies (apparently  
 oversupply affectedBeer), almost stopped selling  
 attention, and he broke down and stopped.                            
    After which the banquet continued with a return to the island of  
 all the ensuing consequences :)                             
                                                                
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    Having consumed 12 liters to the last foam, we decided to rake  
 container, tidy up your shabby appearance, and stomp home.   
    Having walked quite a bit, we found ourselves on a sandy  
 beach, the sun came out, and there was almost no one around.           
    Tom threw the bags, looked around and shouted - Damn, I  
 I want to swim! climbed into the water again. The others looked at each other  
 friend, never dared to follow his example.             
    Tom described a large arc along the beach and returned: -Fox, you fox  
 or not a fox?!!  let's go swimming! - Yes, I would climb, but it’s water  
 very wet... Having found no support, Tom left the water  
 elements, and crawled ashore, after which everyone took their clothes in their hands, and  
 walked home barefoot in the forest...                                
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                    PART TWO. RETURN.----------------------------------------------------------------
    Passing secret stitches, dark paths, underground  
 passages, suspended bridges, by the way, resting on one  
 on my word of honor and two cables from the keyboard, going around and swimming across  
 all water obstacles (puddles), Great Beer Casters  
 found themselves on the edge of a gloomy and terrible enchanted  
 forests in which, according to old legends, there are p and c yu k and ,a  
 there are also worse creatures, although as the Doctor said, - Apofig  
 Apophygosis!  They are not scary to us!!! And they unanimously supported him  
 the rest...                                                   
    Having put on all the ammunition that they carried in their hands, they  
 left the territory of the sacred reserve, vowing  
 come back next weekend, having collected a cart and a small  
 cart of grub and beer...                                       
    They walked along the dusty road to the city, remembering the events  
 recent times, laughing and joking, and also did not forget  
 wave your fingers for decency...                            
    ...The sunset painted the sky bloody blue, but the crowd had already  
 entered the saving shadow of the city, and passing by one of  
 private gardens, I got myself some tasty, but very rotten  
 apples, and somehow satisfiedhunger tormenting the anus.              
    - We won’t die of hunger, we’ll die of thirst... - gloomily  
 said Fox, hinting at the Temple of Plenty visible ahead  
 (Store)                                                      
    The main miracle happened later: the Laser and the Magician entered the Temple,  
 and went back... with a loaf of bread and a bottle of Tsoka Tsola. Bye  
 The Holy Loaf of the Magician was tormented by hungry Spellcasters, Laser  
 uncorked the bottle and read on the cork that he had won a trip to  
 Greece... (just kidding), another bottle of Tsoka-Tsola!!!                  
    Fox and Laser rushed for the battle, the rest went for  
 them...                                                        
    Laser approached the storekeeper and said that if  
 in 5 seconds the bottle will not be on the counter, Tom will come  
 with a machine gun and everyone will answer according to article...                        
    A second later, the bottle was already on the counter, but Tom  
 he came anyway :), and grabbed the treasure sword and assembled it  
 open...                                                     
    The doorkeepers screamed wildly, and Tom had to put  
 the relic into place, then out of nowhere, appeared  
 opener, and the bottle lost its virginity...;) !  For  
 then, having said goodbye to the gatekeepers, Tom followed him and the rest,  
 dumped out into the fresh air, happy to have a newfound bottleTsoka-tsola.                                                     
    It soon turned out that the Doctor and the Laser now had to go to  
 the other side, and at this place they said goodbye... What c  
 there was more to them - I don’t know, and Fox, Tom & MAG without incident  
 they reached the place where they and the Magician were at odds... Touching  
 there was a farewell scene, but apparently there is nothing eternal in this world  
 :( Having said goodbye to the Magician, Fox and Tom headed for another  
 galaxy, and soon disappeared from sight, dissolving into  
 paroxysms of Eternity and Beer, Beer, Beer...                       
--------------------------------------------This is the end, damn it...---
                                                                
                                        18:10:01 0Z.08.1998

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