Wedding in Paganini.
Another wedding story told me by a brother of a friend I knew who knew a man who remembered a man who heard this story from the original source. That is, I tell the story from the first mouth, the words of the direct participant.
So, there is an ordinary city wedding in not the cheapest restaurant of the city of G. Most of the people present at the wedding were respected people in the city, refined intellectuals and newspapers. The rest came to specific boys from the working area, with all their irrevocable attributes, sweet habits and the manner of dressing for solemn events. The fact is that the bridegroom, who began his life path in this same quarter, although he got out in the people, but retained his loyalty to the roots, and considered it a duty of honor to invite old friends to the wedding.
Before the beginning of the feast, the bridegroom approached the tamade and warned: among the guests are persons unloaded with sophisticated manners and the lexicon of the erudite. In an elevated mood, these guys are able to bring some inconvenience to other guests, up to heavy bodily. Nevertheless, they should feel the atmosphere of the holiday fully, as they are desirable guests. Tamada smiled and said he had a solution.
After the first three drinks, Tamada took the microphone and put on an unambiguous chelling:
I ask strong men who are not afraid to test their strength to take part in the contest.
Every word in this phrase was in its place, every word grew out in the already playful soul of the proletariat. Therefore, a whole dozen boys stood up friendly, coughed and approached the front seat with almost a strut box. The remaining guests, due to various circumstances, did not dilute the homogeneous group with foreign elements.
The victorious title of the competition we will drop, stopping only on its essence: the winner is recognized by a team of 3 people, who all drinks 3 bottles of vodka faster. The roles in the team are clearly distributed: one pouches a glass, the other drinks it, the third at this time snacks. Then everyone changes roles and repeats the script. The algorithm ends at the bottom of the third bottle.
According to the eyewitness, all the temporary teams showed a great team game, the players masterfully performed each time a new role, while demonstrating a sense of elbow and care for teammates. This resulted in a very equal confrontation between the teams. As a result, the winners who managed to cope with the half-toralite of the cosrylovka, only a few seconds ahead of the outsiders.
After the distribution of laurels, the whole company went to smoke, and in the smoking room soon broke up with each other, and less than an hour later they all split up as best friends. The total time spent by the boys at the table could hardly be counted as two hours, and by nine o’clock all the proletarian wives received the satisfied bodies of their faithful.
The marriage, which was abandoned by the proletariat, continued in an actful and noble manner, as one character said:
- all like a parade, a towel - there, a tie - here, yes "sorry", yes "please-thank you", and so, really, it is not.
After some time, the bridegroom received a positive response about the event from all participants of the UH team. Everyone, like one, claimed to have witnessed a fairy holiday, without boredom and decadence.
In the words of one of the guests:
This is fucking, yes. Fast, clear and fun. Or the other tamads as Moody will start to spin that by the end of the wedding you start to be sober. Or vice versa, at 2 p.m. you get into the monkey, and tomorrow you go to work in the day. And your tamada is beautiful, everything was crushed, everyone got what they wanted, and 8 in the morning they went out. Give me his phone.