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A flying dog.
The incident occurred in a quiet September evening. As they say in the novels:
Nothing predicted trouble. It happened a hundred times faster.
What will you read.
There is one quiet street there. He ends up in one
A very lively prospect, and others - unknown. well w
Unknown, I’ve never been on that side. The fucking knows.
What there. Unknown is short.
On the one hand, the private sector, the fence, and on the other
The square is so natural and the houses there live further in the depths. and passing
part of. There are no trottoirs. Because no one is going there. Generally
The place is very uninhabited. No cars, no people, only dogs sometimes
They walk.
This means evening. and quiet. and unpopular. The Twilight. What is Darkness? This is
When it looks like it’s still light, but the small details are already gone. and here in
In the darkness, the lady walks through this street with a dog. A small one. species
I don’t know what it’s called, thick, scratchy and plushy.
Strong as a sardine. A! And these dogs, these detectives write.
Popular, in short, in a soft cover. More in the street in general.
and none.
And they go so far along the road. The dog runs on the roulette. Troy
the roulette is thin, in the dark it is no longer visible, and a complete
The illusion is that the dog runs on its own and the owner holds on.
A remote control with the same dog.
Well, they don’t walk in a hurry, the hostess on the phone la la la la, the dog
It smells shit, and there’s something on her (the dog, in the sense)
The side of the fence. And she crossed the road, and there in the bushes shurches.
And on this side, the hostess means hears someone in the phone. Everyone is busy
His own affair. The evening. and silence. The Twilight.
And here at this time, suddenly (as Captain Ezepchuk said, the fucking,
Alarm and the "rise" command always happen suddenly) on the other side.
A street where the unknown flies at such a good speed.
The motorcycle. A motorcycle, of course. He runs toward the prospect.
And then he passes by this pair quickly, and clings,
Naturally, there is some kind of motorcycle technological performance
Crossing the road is a truss of this roulette, that is, a guide.
The roulette from the housewife's hand is ripped out, and it is spelled (roulette, not roulette).
The housewife) somewhere there under the wheel (although the housewife is spelled too). A is
The dog pulls out of the bushes, and it begins to fly fast.
A remote (from the hostess, of course) motorcycle on this thin trolley.
As a blame on a ball. Making such giant leaps as we do.
Sometimes they show in allegedly documentary films about astronauts who
They allegedly went to the moon.
The motorcyclist did not even notice this. He continues implacably and
Rushing very fast. And here he jumps out of a quiet dark street.
on a brightly illuminated prospectus, and contrary to the road sign prescribing
moving only to the right, virtually not slowing down, through two
consistent lines of marking and four rows of movement, along a wide arc,
turn to the left.
A man there on the corner, who walked peacefully and did not touch anyone, and
The motorcyclist almost struck him down and repeated it six times.
saying to all who desire: “And he, in short, so hopes out... from there,... from
A pass, and after him... FLYING... (there the man made big eyes)... A DOG...
and fly...”
Well, the motorcyclist flies out, so on the prospectus and goes to the left.
The dog is naturally following him. Everyone is created,
of course, the complete illusion that it is a wicked little flying dog
He is chasing an accidental motorcycle driver. Everyone sympathizes with him.
And there, on the prospectus, a hundred meters away, near the school, there is a kiosk.
by Shaurma. There is even a bus stop, which was formerly called
The “School” is now called Shaurma. Everyone says this to the driver.
Stop the shrimp, shrimp! And to this kiosk at night comes
blue-white forde with flashes to bow the bird-haishnik shurms.
And right at this moment, a haishnik with a shaurma in one hand stands next to him.
The other hand holds the keys to the car in his pocket. He sees s
disappointment, as directly on him, in violation of all conceivable rules
Road traffic and human ethics, rushing at a great speed
The motorcycle. Trying to escape, apparently, from the pursuing him too in a huge
The speed of a dog.
Everything happened so quickly that the haishnik could do nothing.
I even managed to jump back. Just be amazed. I thought that now
The motorcycle crashed into him. The motorcyclist calculated everything.
a beautiful switch, putting the motorcycle first to the left, then right,
And the hoodie turned around.
Absolutely not a dog. What do you want? Aerodynamics, chassis
It is not cleaned, the height of the wheel is cut. The dog could not repeat.
The motorcycle maneuver is complicated. I flew right into the shore. well w
In the sense, in the haishnik, straight to him in the chest, but first of course in the shaurma,
He kept it in front of him, protecting himself from the motorcycle.
First the shark fell. He did not fall, he was strong. in the shell,
jumping out of the necklace from a hit on the strong chest of the haishnik, he slapped
The dog. But unlike the shaurma, the dog did not lie as it were.
I need to, and straight right away, with a hose, with sparks from underneath the nails, broke.
go away. But not back to the hostess, as you might think, but there,
Follow the motorcyclist. Then, a little later, I got upset.
Shaurmu, Rvanul and Haishnik, sown in advance in their blue-white Ford.
At that time, the motorcyclist, still not reducing the speed, ran like
A T-shaped cross with light. He apparently planned.
Then he went to his right, and he went to his right, and he went to his right.
The red car. Everything would be fine without a necklace.
The necklace without the dog apparently became quite uncomfortable, and he decided to stop.
This crazy run. Well, or maybe he decided to kiss the dog.
And when the motorcyclist started turning to the right, the necklace sank under.
The wheel was parked on the side of the truck and there fell.
This was enough for the motorcycle to lose control, it was deployed and
Throw it into the quilt. The motorcyclist flew a little further through the road.
part, and without hitting anyone, fell somewhere there, under the sign of "crossing with
The main road.” No one noticed the way through the shadow.
He had a small round dog like a sardine.
In fact, this is the whole story. The motorcycle was stolen.
A motorcyclist is in the hospital, and no one else.
was hurt. Oh no! Shaurma also had Haishnikova injured,.
It was scattered, of course, by wheels on the asphalt by soulless owners.
The Iron Horses.
* * * *
And in the hospital an investigator who was sent to interrogate on hot tracks
This unsuccessful thief of other people's motorcycles, funny speaking to the guard
The surgeon who examined the victim.
How will our client live?
And the dumb doctor, who is tired of the change from the jokers, is dumb.
He responds.
Will he fuck him?
How is it. Mente says. Not an accident. De-Té-Pé is a type.
That’s what you are, menta, all the time muddy, right? He talks like
Even the evil doctor. What an accident? He has all the injuries – a knock on his forehead.
But the ass is in the hole.
Meanwhile, “the pocket in the pocket”?
“In the sense of ass in the ass” means the whole ass of him is bitten. and you
I am talking about the DDR. He has no more injuries.
So, can I get him straight? Mention is surprising.
and AGA. weeks in two. How the rabies vaccine is cursed
Take it.
Is he still angry?? to
You are a fool, Mint. Go away from here, no time for me. Find a dog and bring it.
Veterinary certificate – take your emergency at least today.
The dog was never found.