In the evening, in the weekend, I spontaneously pick up the phone and call a verified comrade, I say - go fishing? ! to We leave everything in the bus, we take food, chairs, mosquito chairs, we put the table inside, we kick the strawberries by the old, we exacerbe the beer by the bottle, the stars, the fire? and?

He says it takes a couple of minutes to battle with the faithful.

And so I put the pipe and think - but now I will agree and have to go... this fire, makushatniki, in the bus to pull everything, from the beer afterwards, the fish is not needed at all.



It’s great that I didn’t agree with one word, my wife was stuck there.



This is how Lenin looks.