- A Gentlemen, before what you, all, child! They were велено dislodge the debt, nothing else they did not know, but this russian much similars - too such приглаженный, sleek, галстучки-платочки, the present bourgeois pig. Who zh his(its) knew that beside it brown belt... He has jumped, нунчаки much have aptly flown off for banisters immediately, their deafened owner has raised was a hand to лбу, on which remained the exact imprint of the heel, - and collapsed, as goby on arena. Second bended down, - And it is correct have did, - smirked Garik, and no instructions has not recalled, and phrase has built so, as if and will not die inache. - shall Go, помогу nice woman... Enters the poet in year suit and with wife. Quickly having filled plates, they join to that group, where стою and I, Mihail Saddler. -- For us CHulmandor don't care that Kulikovo field for Moscow. Whence he here red, this vile anti-semitic cartoon on my инфернального of the keeper, under evening in Devyatinskom lane? And why I his(its) earlier has not noticed? And that he from I want? As this You on hairspring integer person define, at least and lady? Too red Kyuvie, forgive;pardon me, Gentlemen. -- I about Gold(en) Babu all know,-- having been silent, has reported Matvey.-- And not Woman - no, but Virgin mary. Therefore her(its) pagans and hide. She after all beside baptized must be. However, умолчу on nobility. Or, shall expect, opposite, светленькая certain, from blue hose (!), and though had to unworthy greater aptitude, not in the least, at all and by no means terminations reached, but single than consoled, so this purely medicine to be taken externally by procedure, as it were irrigation of the garden her(its) light... Forgive, again увлекся. The Word, нету in this no laws and qualifications, but if and there is, that not You, uzh forgive, sir, their open or install. The Halitosis mr Prist from Petersburg, from Your too, author, that and completely indecent has invented, here you are: - Do Not clown, рабби, - has said the guest knit, - better налейте-ka... - But why you in carafe has transfused? YUriy has attentively looked over the old знакомца. - Who there? - вглядываясь in stream croups and in darkness of the nights, has asked the lieutenant. He stood on крыльце in bad, without foot wrapping drawn dry boot, in bridge with high bodice and in lower baize shirt of the cut "geisha". The Breeches and boots he has drawn, having heard patter in upper edge of the window frame and someone's voice for window, named, seems, his(its) little to whom known, home name. The Voice was male, like, but lieutenant did not remember nor one men, which was possible so call the lieutenant SHornikova. "YAn!" - have once again pronounced for window, and lieutenant, сминая голенища, вбил of the leg in boots, ed in vestibule, returned, put the hand under pillow, once again ed to door... -- You, idolator, temple has ruined!..-- has heard the Viburnum someone's shout in general wail of been terrified folk. The Tenacious hands have grasped him(it) for throat. -- А, this... This nursery дурь, which in greater adult trouble переросла... In that place, on Mamyliskom threshold, we with Asykoy to each other in friendship поклялись and before parting ed. I him Stefanov cross has returned, but he me -- its тамгу. In vain he this has done. Otkinuv valance tents, Mihail глядел, as in круговерти snowstorms, in red light разворошенных ветром campfires are formed up his(its) troops. The Prince has the horse. Druzhiny saw, as prince parcel of land heavy колонтарь and rose in saddle. -- This "constipation" beside me with company, -- вальяжно having leaned;leanted to wall, has explained Budkin. -- So, gunk. The Cargoes to carry, on dirt to ride. А for city beside me "volvo". - Strange you, gentlemen... Do Not understand your masquerade, but, to all appearances, people you curious, занятные, does not быдло... And herewith, obviously, well prepared for fight, can, for some special operation even. Why you not with us? Really you, - he addressed straight to me, - and your charming girlfriend attracts this life, animal consumption, rueful bourgeois moral, wistful system запретов and permits, vegetarian culture, ruin persisting art, cruel suppression and истребление even from consciousness of the most great human idea - an ideas to revolutions? I seem that you, - he once again addressed straight to me, - have some attitude to art. Consequently, you can not take this world, this свиную feeding trough, can not not love the revolution, as artistic act! This world несовместим with us, with artist, actor, musician, writer, with that, there is imagination beside who and conscience, he displaces us on edges and so and names - маргиналы. But for us there is our power, we can raise the people against this accursed order and themselves, the most conscious and interested in destruction of this vilethings fighter, can go to be first on beautiful ruin! But инцест... About инцесте do not think, was something such after all and from the very beginning, when something have come of rib. With other sides... All this only nothing not значащая thought, play insensible winds on a little undulating surfaces of the consciousness, under which silence, quietness, dark still water. The Man fitted on sex between front and back stay-at-home, silently looked at us from below. His(its) thick black sweater on shoulder was torn, one glass in old-fashioned spectacles has gone the rift, from corner рта on chin resulted the trickle a blood. The Woman, вдернутая Grishey through front door, turned, and I have struck her(its) person. Much making look younger, very beautiful, east type brunette, she translated black, without visible pupil of an eye of the eye with me on Grishu, has afterwards looked at it, on her(its) white garb Bad others, but мучаемся we... Realy we saint or righteous persons? Why impossible be lucky, causing grief?.. I think that you all comply with me: not from us depend to feel or not to feel its blame. We are sent this feeling, and if us bad that's why that bad other - signifies, this us punishment for our blame before others. Forgive...
