BEECH **************** ***************
Shtirlitsa adventures and other adventures Bormann
continued
Laid out on the white marble corridor of the Capitol
walked drafts and Bormann. Yesterday, he wrote on the wall "The
Motherland Calls", painted obscene Zoom in and blew his nose
into all the curtains, though cold is not complaining. Bormann
was terribly pleased with himself.
Parteigenosse walked down the hallway, humming a little
transference Pahmutova song: "Once again the continuing aetsya
battle ... and Borman so young-of-the-second ...". He was in
good spirits and no one interfered. Left Parteigenosse hand he
held in his back pocket, and for it lasted a tortuous trail of
banana peels and apple Ogryzko. Day, as always promised to be
very successful.
Rookie sullen, sleepy Stirlitz. Coming up with Bormann, he
suddenly pulled his hand from under machine-gun belts,
vysevshey on his shirt, and gave Bormann cuff.
- This is for the plot - he explained. In protruded
Bormann eyes showing signs of silent questions.
- Here is the memory ... - Said admiringly, Bormann,
keeping both hands, hooting from the blow head.
Stirlitz calmly walked down the hall, dodging
between spaced Parteigenosse obstacles
and disappeared on the stairs, rattling on her forged
boots.
Parteigenosse gleefully rubbed his hands. Referred to the
case of wanting to climb thunder followed.
"So, Stirlitz went down" - offended thought Bormann. He had
not foreseen.
Stirlitz sitting at the table and concentrated on doing
pretend writing. In fact, he drove into a hole
in the table top and a fat fly now abundantly watered
its ink. He was wondering whether you can paint a fly ink, and
will then fly this animal.
When the empty inkwell and pen was revoked slight rattle in
response to an attempt to dip into the ink, Stirlitz gave it a
philosophical exercise, and slowly stretched.
Mucha came out of his prison, and slowly flew to the window,
loud buzzing and spray ink. Stirlitz smiled and twice spat on
pol.On again was right.
Day slowly dragged to a close. Purple sun
gently touched the sign, "Today and every day except
Saturdays, Thursdays and Mondays we have the best burgers in
Maine "and Stirlitz, yawn, pulled out his pack of Belomor.
As always, it was absolutely nothing to do.
In the urban center of culture - a brothel, where
His name was Mr. Thompson, did not want to go - after
yesterday's riot hurt the waist and there could, in
at least, to fill the face. Thompson, of course.
Stirlitz bored in about an hour, then wiped
dust from the back and went into the corridor.
On the contrary plaster bust Kennedy stood on all fours, Mr.
Thompson, holding both hands to dull marble floor plain felt
hat. He stood motionless, but nevertheless assiduously groaned.
Stirlitz threw a toothpick and went closer.
- Who have you got there? - He asked politely.
Thompson picked him sweaty face and tearfully said:
- Secondly, I have not, as Herr Minister
Defense. But firstly, I do not know.
- Bad, bad you, - said Stirlitz and prepared
Thomson to kick Elijah cuff. But its something
stop - adhering to the fingers, stale in
pocket, chewing gum type Bubel-Gum rushing Shtirlitts formula
"- that was written on the pack.
- And where is this intriganskaya muzzle? - Asked Stirlitz
otliplyaya from sticky fingers, but rather a hard product.
- You mean someone, about Mr. Minister? He's gone ..
briefly ... Well, he should ...
- Clearly, - Stirlitz said, smiling pleasantly.
From toilets, situated at the end of the corridor, next to a
portrait of Washington, came a hiss and bubbling. Soon there
appeared refreshed and very pleased, Mr. Minister, wiping his
wet hands on his jacket.
- Stirlitz how well you've come! - Said
he did such a person, which condemned the morning before the
execution meets the executioner.
- Just fine - said Stirlitz to all
understand how he was pleased.
Mr. Minister, still smiling happily,
made a maneuver to ostupleniyu.
- Who's the Thompson under his hat? - Asked sternly
Stirlitz.
Mr. Minister, rolled his eyes toward heaven and began to
think that such a lie. Cheat Shtirlitsa was considered very
risky. But apart from minor amphibians, amphibians to mind
nothing came.
- Frog? - Hesitantly said, Mr. Minister
and looked at Shtirlitsa.
Beast, sitting under the bonnet, twitching, and published
eerie chirping.
- Major? - Sympathetically asked Stirlitz.
- Very, - said Mr. Minister, looking for a place where a case
of what could jump.
- Bite? - Continued Stirlitz.
- It can bite the hand, - said Mr. Minister,
little carried away.
Thompson turned pale, and holding his hat with one hand,
another wiped the sweat from his forehead. Hat suddenly
broke away and jumped on the floor, bumping into walls
and bouncing off them in a respectful bewilderment.
Intelligence chief, still standing on all fours, and ran to
catch it. Thrusting his hands into his hat, he knocked it. From
under his hat got out a big yellow grasshoppers, moved his jaws
and hid on the stairs.
to be continued ...
