City #09

Beech - The Adventures of Shtirlitsa and other adventures Bormann.

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                      BEECH
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  Shtirlitsa adventures and other adventures Bormann


                      Prologue


  Outside, drove a tank without a turret and the machine with 
milk. Nikita Sergeyevich scratched his forehead namorschenny 
thinker and grunted, pulling spolzshey pants on the floor. His 
secretary vtihorya great pleasure to repeat the sound, and 
great corn producers was satisfied. 

  - I want chevoy-ta ... - Plaintively he drawled, shaking out 
of the pockets embroidered pants husks of the seeds with 
crumpled pamphlet "Dagon Abgonim, Perigonim and Drink 
"published by the newspaper" Soviet Alcohol.


  - Che, thump boom, Nikita Sergeyevich? - The Secretary can 
not wait, shivering in anticipation of a half-liter bottles. 

  - Not-s ... After yesterday's hangover chump gurgles ... - 
The leader was clearly wrong. 

  Secretary dirty cursed and swallowed.

  - Do not vopi - said Nikita.

  Sighed twenty minutes, he threw a toothpick in
window and asked:

  - A Th there deetsya Comrade Isaeva?

  - Who the hell knows ...

  - It's good ... - Khrushchev said. - A Th Beria?

  - Sit, - said shortly secretary, angrily rubbing his hands 
together and smiling Tirana. 

  - Identically well - Khrushchev said, dipping into the 
inkwell left hand fingers while licking fingers of the right.


  Secretary with reverent interest the
his actions.

  - Aha, - said the leader was full of freebies on State-owned 
ink - listen as you, let's put him one-thread?


  - Come on - the secretary out of his pocket picked a pencil 
and a piece of crumpled newspaper in Maize light of the 
decision of the Congress dupetatov House gardeners, the Anadyr.


  - Landowner - said the leader, knocking shoe on the wall.
The wall gave out kryahtyaschie sounds and threw plaster. 
Sitting on the roof of the CIA are deaf from the noise made by 
a choked concealed microphones. 

  - Landowner - repeated the leader, clearly intending to repeat
this motivation has two or three times. Secretary patiently 
picked his nose, wiping his finger on the coattails of his 
jacket. Not his, of course. 

  - Landowner - said the leader again, languidly rolling
glaza.Dyrka in the wall increased with appreciable speed.

  - Che psat? - Secretary cleaned his nose and he wanted
do something else.

  - Landowner: "List" - Khrushchev said, recalling that
need more. - "... Juice" - Secretary of carefully
deduced unruly and awkward letters.

  - Landowner: "Prikazuva ... that is not, prikuzavy ...
In general, write to arrest this ... as
it ... Well, this whole ... with a mustache ... ie
ears ... Isayev, "in" - the leader was pleased that
remembered in a moment, and not an hour later.

  Complain of multiple sclerosis was early.

  - "... Isayev," - the product was a success,
if you do not pay attention to oil stains.

  - Let me see - asked Khrushchev. Secretary
showed modest piece of paper. Khrushchev was jealous of his 
ability to write beautifully and so well expressed, and master 
of the epistolary genre understood that the following warrant 
will have to write yourself. 

  - Well, scholar, bring to the office ... - Khrushchev looked 
at him askance. 

  - Drag-Drop, and so as not to run away to zavtreva!

  Secretary juicy spat on the wall and left the room.

  Khrushchev looked at his spit, aim, and also
plyunul.Potom both wiped spittle-sleeved embroidered shirt and 
said: 

  - No all soveyskoe Che spoil ...
And outside drove a tank with the turret and the machine 
without milk. 


              to be continued ...