Beech - The Adventures of Shtiplitsa and one another in ppiklyucheniya Bopmana
(Ppodolzhenie).
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BEECH
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Shtirlitsa adventures and other adventures Bormann
continued
CHAPTER ONE
It has been five and a half years since Stirlitz became the
leader in Brazil. Now he, and not Muller, was the leader, and
all the colonies of the Third Reich were subordinate to him and
worshiped him. Stirlitz corroded, in the evenings sang obscene
songs, and even almost forgot about the world revolution.
In the harem now he walked every day and many
time, as it turned out, and Muller went round and round
him and quietly angry. Women Shtirlitsa respected, and
Mueller no.
Borman began to gain weight by leaps and bounds, became
slower to run and was too heavy to lift, but come up with more
clever mischief. The emergence of various latest developments
in science, technology and distilling pushed him to improve his
skills, and now the victim, tripped over an invisible rope, not
falling, but is attracted to the tree through the influence of
strong magnetic field on metal objects in their pockets and
bump her current blinded by a flash or stun the siren.
Pastor Schlag grown fat for free so that they no longer
climbed to the widest cassock made out of the case
from T-34 tank.
Borman viciously made fun of him, advising wear
the other case, from the launch Tomahawk, and offered
his assistance in obtaining one. The pastor politely refused.
If the pastor happy to eavesdrop on the windows, in addition
to cursing and growling, he received tin on the forehead and
long rejoiced silently, his eyes bulging. Pastor rubbed his
forehead and repeated the mantra of his patron, which greatly
stimulated the digestion of cackling Shtirlitsa.
- Hey, Pastor ... - Shouted Stirlitz - at home
bored?
Schlag, just in case shrugged and took
look. Stirlitz silently threw him a nice professional kick in
the flowerbed. The pastor fell on the thorns of cactus, and
began to moan. "Nostalgia" - guess Stirlitz. - "Home wants"
Pastor groaned still more shrilly, with podvyvaniyami.
Borman went past him with a suitcase and smacked his lips in
satisfaction. Parteigenosse thought that the pastor was in his
cunning trap.
- A, Borman! Here you are just what I need ... -
Stirlitz leaned over the sill, and motioned with his finger
stained tushenkoj thick Bormann. Borman transferred the case
from the left hand and right cautiously approached Stirlitz.
- Stirlitz! As the sun shines! - Smiling, he said, trying to
finish a conversation without Fingal's eye.
- Light - mercifully agreed Stirlitz. Light
yellowish haze enveloped the low-hanging sky.
"Soars, perhaps, to the rain" - thought Pastor Schlag.
- And your portrait hangs so well, - said Borman, making two
steps of retreat and adulatory smiling.
The portrait, which was depicted with Stirlitz
person and thinker with a can of corned beef in his hand, was
slightly skewed from the wind, but still hung
fairly smoothly.
- Hang - agreed Stirlitz, admiring them.
- Well, I'll ... - Borman began to slowly recede
to the fountain with the sculpture "Stirlitz tearing
fall big game (bear). "
- I'm here right now, you'll go, - said Stirlitz. His
formidable hand crumpled chubby Bormann in his arms.
Parteigenosse oyknul and let go of the suitcase, the fell to
the pastor and with a screech open. Pile of paper fell out of
it, and Schlag zabarahtalsya in it, as in the hole with cold
water.
He only had time to notice how Borman, wailing about
devotion Stirlitz, disappeared in the window, and how Stirlitz
with boxing exhalations began to cause him deaf
strikes.
Pastor, groaning, out of the slide pieces of paper and began
to pull them out from under his cassock. His vzgld fell
inscription on a piece of paper, and he pricked up his ears.
The inscription reads:
"Flyer (a piece of paper). Please first read and
then from her light a cigarette.
Revolutionary people enslaved Brazil!
The fatherland is in danger! And blame - Standartenfiihrer
CC von Stirlitz! He wants to let all our favorite Brazil in the
stew! And sell it in Russia, where the streets by crowds go
bears (evil) and even bite tourniquets (in meters).
Do not sell our beloved Brazil!
Who wants, can be written to the Committee of Salvation
Brazil, under the leadership of a true patriot and
Communists (party membership card No17892048) Martin Bormann! "
"What is the membership card?" - Thought Pastor Schlag.
- "And what about this will think himself Stirlitz?"
From the window with a cry of deep discontent flew Borman,
landing next to contemplating Pastor Schlag.
- The devil - a tearful voice, moody baby
he said.
Pastor of the cross. - Nasty Stirlitz! That he
Who wants to fight every day?
- It's true - hesitantly handed the pastor, looking around.
He knew that with Stirlitz trifled with. - And tell me, Borman,
what the Salvation Committee of Brazil?
Bormann was worried. He did not know immediately whether
Schlag Stirlitz tell all, or a little later.
- Come here - he said, knowing that Stirlitz
despite the fact that now he was snoring loudly, all can listen
in and then put under eye a few bruises.
They collected the papers in a suitcase and left.
Barely two companions in misfortune - Schlag and Bormann -
She disappeared behind the bushes, from behind the nearest
cactus got Mueller panamke, but with a whip and a tarpaulin
boots. He, of course, all heard and seen. Approaching sticking
out from under the branches of some exotic plant a piece of
paper, he carefully took it and read it.
Master of coup plots
knew immediately what was happening and habitually assess the
strength parties. On one side were Bormann with his rope and a
pastor with a fishing rod, and with another - a powerful
Shtirlitsa fist. Mueller turned down three fingers of the left
hand, two on the right, his nose and climbed through the window
to Stirlitz.
to be continued ...
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