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GREAT VANITY - novel, 1979. Posted: 26.02.2013 in BORIS APRILOV, Bulgarian literature, BORIS APRILOV, novellas, OVARKIL, plays, novellas, ADVENTURES OF Liska, books, novels, Radiodramatizatsiya, custom cabinets Satirical Theatre, a collection of stories, hornet Theatre of Satire totalitarianism, the Cyclades, library Hornet, colleagues, puppet plays, multfilm, friends, stories, screenplays, humor, humorous stories, OVERKILL, radiotheatre
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I woke up at noon, when the fish bite the least, but still closer to the river and strung worms on hooks. I chose the right pool, swung the rod threw the bait. Something pecked instantly. I pulled a small pastarvichka but hurried to her back in the water. Continued to haul. I shot all around pools. Nothing. Left hook alone, drank a sip from the bottle to bed.
This time I could not sleep, I suddenly remembered the dream; a handsome drifter I had given sixty. Rotate for a while little stretched along gryb, hands jammed into his neck and stared at the sky and there - empty. How to sleep, something they tinker repeats you're not dreaming. Of course, I dreamed such things do not happen out. But on the other hand I remembered that he patted me on the first left and then the right shoulder. Roll is dvaystina custom cabinets minutes in a futile effort to reverie, and from experience I know that two thousand feet usually sleep great. Then? Then something happened. And to ensure your sleep, I decided to check it out in the woods. I got up and left. He did not have long to go, I had to do only a hundred paces. custom cabinets At first I crawled eternal coolness of shade under the pines, but then went on slightly sloping meadow, drowned in flowers and sunshine. Men who previously slept, I felt, and rebelled. Nobody stood up, sat down and just looked at me before. Faces and bodies radiated power struck me strength in the arms and jaws. At first I thought I was seeing representatives of several races, but soon became convinced that disorient. Indeed, people were very different: light and dark, curly hair and pravokosi, here and there Measure a man with a drawn eyes. Bearded, yes, they were all bearded, for the simple reason that recently had the opportunity to shave. custom cabinets Everyone brought in a cheap trousers, an old solid shirt and a jacket. Feet - sandals. I looked, did not see to be very ragged. Sixties smelled of freshly cut hay, distinct from faceless citizens taken from any street urban crowd. Reminder
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GREAT VANITY - novel, 1979. Posted: 26.02.2013 in BORIS APRILOV, Bulgarian literature, BORIS APRILOV, novellas, OVARKIL, plays, novellas, ADVENTURES OF Liska, books, novels, Radiodramatizatsiya, custom cabinets Satirical Theatre, a collection of stories, hornet Theatre of Satire totalitarianism, the Cyclades, library Hornet, colleagues, puppet plays, multfilm, friends, stories, screenplays, humor, humorous stories, OVERKILL, radiotheatre
One day, as I lay on the grass, someone tapped me on the shoulder custom cabinets woke me up and told me that the forest has sixty men to me. Do not say anything, custom cabinets I turned to the other side and screwed up my eyes, but stranger tapped me on the shoulder again, to remind me that I gave sixty myzhe who were waiting in the woods, he was embarrassed to show them to me right here in the open. I looked at him, wide beautiful face of an aging wanderer of the good times of the humanity of those Brodnica, we've heard them without being seen. Do you understand what I said, he asked the stranger. I get it. Take care of them and they will take care of you. Are grateful to receive less, and can give a lot. Crust of bread a day is enough for them. Sixty are all yours and you can do whatever you like with them. Something to ask? Nothing, I said, I sleep.
I woke up at noon, when the fish bite the least, but still closer to the river and strung worms on hooks. I chose the right pool, swung the rod threw the bait. Something pecked instantly. I pulled a small pastarvichka but hurried to her back in the water. Continued to haul. I shot all around pools. Nothing. Left hook alone, drank a sip from the bottle to bed.
This time I could not sleep, I suddenly remembered the dream; a handsome drifter I had given sixty. Rotate for a while little stretched along gryb, hands jammed into his neck and stared at the sky and there - empty. How to sleep, something they tinker repeats you're not dreaming. Of course, I dreamed such things do not happen out. But on the other hand I remembered that he patted me on the first left and then the right shoulder. Roll is dvaystina custom cabinets minutes in a futile effort to reverie, and from experience I know that two thousand feet usually sleep great. Then? Then something happened. And to ensure your sleep, I decided to check it out in the woods. I got up and left. He did not have long to go, I had to do only a hundred paces. custom cabinets At first I crawled eternal coolness of shade under the pines, but then went on slightly sloping meadow, drowned in flowers and sunshine. Men who previously slept, I felt, and rebelled. Nobody stood up, sat down and just looked at me before. Faces and bodies radiated power struck me strength in the arms and jaws. At first I thought I was seeing representatives of several races, but soon became convinced that disorient. Indeed, people were very different: light and dark, curly hair and pravokosi, here and there Measure a man with a drawn eyes. Bearded, yes, they were all bearded, for the simple reason that recently had the opportunity to shave. custom cabinets Everyone brought in a cheap trousers, an old solid shirt and a jacket. Feet - sandals. I looked, did not see to be very ragged. Sixties smelled of freshly cut hay, distinct from faceless citizens taken from any street urban crowd. Reminder
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