by Oldsibiryak:
A long time ago, when the water was wet, the sky was blue, and the telescope once a year showed a broadcast of "Melodies and Rhythms of a Foreign Broadcast", consisting of Karel Gotth, I was surprisingly young and stupid. And I had no less young and stupid friends, yes. We were fascinated by all sorts of things, although mostly girls. But all sorts of different too - played on the ceiling terribly heavy and even places of punk rock, eaten a port wine and you did. As you did once acted one powerful drug, from the list "B". It is powerful, ah. The Powerful. We walked away, but each in his own direction. On my side was a box with slides and lights. And I sat down all night and carefully removed the slides from the frames and wrapped the lights in them. When we were released and we started counting the damage, it turned out that I wrapped something about six hundred flashbacks. Each in its own slide. And he put them in ranks of seventeen and twenty-four pieces.