Modem. Declaration of love.
Part I.
Well, finally, something happened, something
so eagerly awaited and trembling all
our editorial staff. In "ZxNews" came in first
article! Would have long since. And then we have been waiting
... And he wrote her widely known in our country fidoshnik
Boris Sokol.
Letter is published with minor changes:
[Begin]
Greetings,
on the venerable All.
So begins my every letter which
I'm posting on the BBS.
My first acquaintance with FIDO (all solid, which is an
electronic bulletin board - do not believe this is an excellent
tool communication) took place three years ago with the
acquisition of Vicomm'a.
So I met with authorities in the world
ZX: M. Kondratiev - the author of many very useful programs and
glands to Sinclair, I. Gruzdev - sysop most advanced by
Sinclair BBS; B. Larkovym - one of the organizers last inlayta
etc.
But once after hearing about the miracle of western technology
nicknamed HAYES, I have this winter got this miracle. And the
miracle happened!
Instead of a BBS, I have access to any station. Instead of a
limited number of Ah - all with walking. What topics
open for communication:
ZX.SPECTRUM - well, this is, of course, about the cake.
SU.FORMULA1 - for fans of motor racing. This
just class. Official records are
echo in just six hours after the finish.
And the electronic newspaper published there, for
mound, and also a weekly, like ours,
but only about a writing formula.
And for beer lovers, video, any animals for tourists, even for
fans to talk about sex ...
In a word, oh how I want, so
I will!
A communication with a sysop (system operator, the station) -
as if to old friends talking. I call here
the other day on the BBS, recorded, and the question - what my
comp - writing ZX SPECTRUM, well, then fill out the
questionnaire. A then appears on the screen sysop, well, of
course, not personally, but begin to appear remarks written
words to them. He's a complete surprise: as well - ZX and
FIDO?!
We took at the hands of the tube and a couple of hours talking.
He remembered the youth and loved Speck, and I have shared
problems - was necessary documentation for my printer. A couple
of days to prove I was lying on the table. That's what FIDO.
But so little joy brightens
our gray days:
[Skipped]
From: MeteO
To: - *.* -
MSG # 265 01-Aug-1996 15:23
Subject: Pantyhose
Area SU.HUMOR (SU.HUMOR)
From Evgeny Dmitriev, 2:5057 / 24.6
(Tuesday 23 July 1996 7:46)
Subj Ah, the road ...
We have in our village quite busy intersection. In the summer
it regularly pour tar - no cost and in this
year. And here we stand as something with the kids
entogo near the intersection, seeing glued slippers and sip
beer. And now SHE came to the road. Pretty Pretty
women exists 35 years. The first step - is attached
right shoe. By inertia is trying to step
next - the other shoe is attached. Several unsuccessful
attempts to continue movement in the shoes. After standing for
a few seconds in the puzzled and waving her hand, she goes out
of her shoes. I do not know why she was in the heat wore tights
- it's her problem, but the first step stick Pantyhose. The
woman says aloud, "Oh!" reddens and begins to attract
attention. Slowly she tries to go
further - traffic is not always green
shows.
With each successive step of tights stretched more and more,
gradually sliding with beautiful feet. For the drivers and
forget about the traffic light and start watching with interest
what is happening, popiskivaya joy in their horns. Now and the
people crowded on both sides of the intersection. Stubborn
woman, blushing more and more slowly continues to move, trying
a little to keep your image. God, the dignity with which she
moved. And to the other party had so far. But
closer and closer to the reverse side, and lower and lower
tights. Life around a standstill. Even the sellers of the
stalls povyskakivali. I I do not know how she is so calculated,
but the tights she finally jumped as once it entered on the
sidewalk. We clapped, we were supported, the drivers sounded, A
man treated her to ice cream and proposed to drop off home.
Women are gradually recovering from the embarrassment, in
ukatyvayut machine. Glory to the heroes!
His life is on track and
only on the faces of street vendors in
Looking at the way no-no, and slip
cheerful smile ...
Good luck! Mit.
[End of skip]
And it's all FIDO!!!
Till we meet again, my unknown friend.
Boris
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