Upper and lower
I’m an avid fisherman and every ten years, “wine and lay,” I have to go somewhere fishing.
I have been fishing at least four times in my life.
This summer I went to the Shatsky Lakes near Kovel. There’s good, the trolls and all that.
But I did not catch fish there every day, mostly swimming and burning.
Here I am lying on an inflatable mattress, reading a book.
Near a wooden bridge, two meters wide, further behind the bridge, under the umbrella hides from the sun an old grandmother with a fisherman of five years.
Two other fishermen were conveniently placed on the bridge.
Each has a bunch of snails, the ass rests on the folding chairs, I envy to watch the fishing business move forward.
Two of my fishermen back, even in the USSR, no one has seen such intricate spinings.
Although the technology of catching has not changed very much: a heavy cargo, two or three hooks with worms, all this farm is thrown away by spinning as far as possible, the hose is stretched and waiting. In the past, thirty years ago, we attached a wooden clamp to the clamp, so as not to cut the clamp, now it is probably kevlar clamps with aluminum spray, but the essence is the same...
The men are not familiar with each other, smoking silently depicting indifference, and only jealously pull their necks when the neighbor climbs into the garden to his fish.
One came with a daughter of seven years old, the other with a pudel of fifteen years old, both just over forty and both thick like half-blown inflatable balls.
One cried, he skillfully cut and quickly pulled the hooks with nothing...
The other smoked tolerantly.
The first fixed the worm and that is, he threw a twenty-meter spin, but not very successful: his leash lay above the neighbor’s leash, five meters from the shore. He said through his teeth dissatisfied:
“Hey fucking, your hand slipped, now you’d need to stretch out your hand.
Spinning from below me, or I’m from above. If I am going to shake, I will shake.
Hands your leash. So let’s...
The second:
“No, you’re so interesting, you’ve thrown your fist on mine, I’m sitting.
I don’t touch anyone and suddenly – should you see me wrap because he
“The Upper.” I don’t think, get rid of yourself.
Yes, I am “upper” and will always be “upper” in life, and if you have something
Don’t like it, smash your pups, take your dead dog and get out of here!
Did you say something? You said it to me or I didn’t hear it!!!? to

I postponed my book, convincing me once again that life is more interesting.

If you are deaf, my ears are a slit. Pick up your puppy.
Spinning, or I’ll put it on you.
One of them has already struck!!! to
And what, did you like it?
Oh, you were a piece of shit, I’m going to break you up for these words!! to

Well, finally, they went from boring words to deeds: they stumbled, grabbing each other for the maids. For a long time the wooden bridge had not experienced such immense loads.
The fat men pushed and stood up, trying not to fall into the water. On the side, they were like two poster tubes that did not share the poster.
The only thing that was unfortunate was that the little girl was afraid of her dad and began to cry, but to get into the struggle of other "Nana boys" was not yet wanted.
A whispering dog was running around the fighters and carefully biting his master’s legs.
One decided to do the back cut, he failed, but as a result, this whole meat structure fell on the bridge. The fight went to Parter.
The men were very difficult, it was seen from their dialogue:
The first man:
The Fuck...
The second man:
A... Sussuke...
They did not know how to fight or fight, and the worst thing that could happen to them was wild shortness of breath from hard work.
I was going to break them out to reassure the girl, but I didn’t have time.

The old woman did not endure.
She approached the bridge, crossed the fighters with curly legs, took their chairs and changed places, then changed places and spinings... and miraculously... the spines became parallel. Who could think!? to
The men, lying on the bridge, made a time-out in the struggle to watch the grandmother's movement.
The old lady, crossing back through the gladiators and returning to her grandson, whispered:
Healthy heads, and they can't decide themselves! Fuck to you! and how you
They haven’t killed each other in the city yet!!? to