A story that I was not a witness to, but it was told so long and so detailed in the faces of my fellow servants that I was ready to eat, issued by the caring Motherland, shorts and shoot myself with a postcard stamp. Because that day, being in the dress, I had to leave for a few hours to the nearest town to our part. We had our own mail, but the blind belief in the "friendship of peoples" forced our deputy to write out the local press.
We then served in a warm and humid climate, and the local population in conversation constantly sought to switch from Spanish to Portuguese and back.
In one of those glorious days, when the whole part was built on the plateau, in anticipation of the divorce, the army "uazik" entered the plateau without rushing, with the tent removed. In this untouched jeep of the Soviet army, our deputy was sitting in the back, surrounded by beautiful boobies in panamas and necklaces, covering their faces, leaving in sight only the coal-colored eyes. For the fullness of the image of the barmalayes lacked only a beautiful striped maïka. And they had swords and one of them they obviously tried to demonstratively shave the intendant on the go. Major sweated heavily, but tried to move in the tact of improvised shaving, otherwise he risked being sent to his homeland in pieces.
The brave Latin guy gestures explained that his name was Juan and demanded five boxes of "callaches" for the release of the officer. He was able to trade, and this was clearly not the first such deal in his life. In the Soviet army, everything is happening around the plateau. To the plate also adjoined the construction of the sanctuary. The bell of the glass sounded and, flying out together with the window, the frame revealed the interior of the medical unit. Rising tremendously in the midst of what a second ago was the window of the shipyard, the captain of the medical service and the wife of the officer who had fallen into the clutter stood together. “Let Lenu go, Pidorasses,” she cried, frightening her gentle baritone to the herds of birds for a couple of kilometers in the district.
Considering that an officer and a big woman in a white coat are more than just an officer, the two martyrs rushed to the sandstone and jumped to the doorstep and found themselves inside. First, they wrapped a glass closet and, seeing the packages with ampoules, began to fold them into their bottomless pockets. Then they covered the wife of the rear, but due to her infinite dimensions, it was possible to cover her for a long time.
An incomprehensible picture formed in the head of Venika, a soldier of service, sitting behind the screen waiting for an unpleasant cleansing procedure. Venice had a shutdown. In a country where thousands of people die from diarrhea every month, Vienna couldn’t be ashamed. It is worth explaining separately that Vienna was a very specific little man, whose relatives, upon reaching the age of 18, entered the army, considering it a good use of Vienna as an army turniket, on the thin end of the assault barrel or even just bombs. Rodna didn’t love Venyamin very much, we didn’t love him too much, the whole part didn’t love Venika. And how can you love a soldier who confuses a bag with sugar and salt while dressing in the kitchen, how can you love a breaking valve along with a pipeline while brushing your teeth? The noise in the sandstone he perceived very ambiguously - he stood up. Have you ever seen a white cloth covering the body inflated by a pleasant breeze from the missing window? Latinos, too, probably never saw the Canterville ghost before. Something screaming, they tried to get the white ghost out. Per it would be the best way for them to dive into the Venyamin Machete, but they foolishly missed that opportunity. Wenyamin, thinking only of one of the categories led by him, to the full horror of the guests and the military doctor, began the movement in a quiet manner, being dressed in a shirt. The military doctor knew what Vienna was and cautiously tried to hide behind the barmalayas. Figo has succeeded.
Grouchocha and splitting in two, the upper part of the wooden frame of the shell buried under it a military doctor and one of the Aborigines. Another, seeing the glorious death of his comrade, tried to escape. But the cracked rope freed Vienna and, breaking through the diaper of the cloth, he hastened to the exit. As he then tried to explain: in search of the toilet, because an unusual situation led his body to a sense of intimacy of complete relaxation. Between the toilet and the exit was a lot of latinos. It was in this order that they collapsed from the doorstep of the shed: the ladder, the bandit and the boots with the Venus sitting on the shoulders of this same bandit. There is such a very unpleasant thing - a "coloured" fracture, which is how latinosus was diagnosed. Seeing the unhealthy boiling, wazyk approached the doorway to pick up his shareholder. Instead of the bandit, Vienna jumped into the car. Surprised the driver gave on the gas and moved on one of his known path. Even more surprised was the bandit holding a knife at the hostage’s throat. Vienna grabbed the bandit with both hands, in an attempt to stay inside the "goat", during his strange trajectories of movement through the territory of the part. Travelling under a low branch of a tree, Vienna mysteriously disappeared from the goat vertically upward. Ironically, the fate, along with Vienna, hanged on a tree and barmalay. Probably, they were the only ones in the part of the lift and they found themselves on Venemian.
Wasik leaned into the fence and turned back. I don’t even know if it’s worth saying that he passed under Vienna. You will not invent it intentionally. Later, someone said: the lifts broke, Vienna himself claimed that he himself jumped. But the fact remains a fact: Vienna landed on the car's cap and finally demoralized the enemy by his appearance alone. The awakened security of the unit finally took up its duties and, turning all the invaders, transmitted them to the hauptwacht. Soon to them, in the neighboring chamber, joined and Vienna, in front of the eyes of the whole part, exfoliated under the tree. Stress is the best medicine for constipation.
Vienna, for her heroism, was awarded an honorary literature and wrote a letter of thanks to the Motherland. The answer did not wait long, the text of the telegram from the chairman of the council was extremely short and read: "Welcome. I hope the army remains.”