What are you waiting for when you return to a part of your long journey tonight? Right - the possibility to wash and shave, without pushing away the blood-sugging vitality, and just elementary sleep. But the Lieutenant Colonel was relentless. "The whole part of the exercises, he said, even the robes in the companies did not leave, only the guard for the part and the warehouse. All hope is on you. Get the shuffle, weapons and ahead to arrange a "shelf" for schoolchildren.»In the 80s, the "shelf" was just as necessary and favorite attribute of school life, as now the availability of wifi and a chip trading machine.
After a short conversation, we were given all the necessary and heavy bag in the warehouse. Looking inside, I wanted to ask, “Have you shaken something?” 20 kg of gillets from various weapons. "You then spread through the forest, the schoolchildren like - souvenirs" - issued the buffalo and dropped home, leaving us no choice.
Part on the exit, in the fleet of no car, and dogs to ride in the army is not accepted. I didn’t want to drive an electric car with such a cargo either. It is now people in camouflage would not arouse the interest of others, and in the 80s young strong guys loaded with army equipment would be guaranteed to become a subject of curiosity even late holidaymakers. So we went to the forest with a taxi for "three counters". The poor taxi driver looked around all the way, apparently wondering why we had to go to the forest at night looking, but greed won.
The square for the "carpet" was assigned to the Pushkin Forest near Moscow, which is in Razdor. There, our predecessors in the past years have already excavated the earthquake and all the features of the area have been mapped.
We fell into the earthquake at night, crushing a family of forest mice. Soon after eating, they went to bed, decided to get up early in the morning and prepare the grass. I dreamed of a laughing police officer: "Student-practitioner you feel, look with high school girls do not confuse. It's good to be young, if I had to lose 20 years, I would have asked for a saboteur for a bargain."
I wasn’t sure, but the sounds of the pioneer mountain, breaking through the dream, definitely indicated that we were asleep. Destroyed comrades by misfortune and taking into account the time decided to immediately attack the students. It is easier to say than to do. They took positions, took positions. The students have already been built. In front of them was a tough woman in glasses and a business suit. Very suitable for a forest walk.
As I remember now, it was May 19th, the day of pioneering. When the talk of the “Lenin’s dawn” was completed, we let the signals and threw the lawn with smoke sticks. A number of schoolchildren issued something similar to the unprinted "oh you". Having accompanied the performance with a row of soloists in the air, we drove back into the earthquake.
"Listen, and let us steal from them the school, the conspiracy caught me Losh, there on the left was such a blonde." Apparently it affected my lack of sleep because this thought, at the time, seemed to me brilliant and even very fun.
We went out again and in the already slightly smoked smoke headed to the schoolchildren who had been wearing fun on the lawn. Interested in the game, the schoolchildren interrupted each other's pursuit, and the nurses sewed them back, bringing the soldiers back into service. Like the seeders, scattering the guilds in the smoke, we suddenly met face to face with a group of teachers meeting. Upon seeing us, the teachers astonished and remained silent. As if on the slave market, Losha walked around and looked at the pedestrian, then also silently grabbed and threw the necessary lady on his shoulder. Standing on the shuher, I saw Lecha turning around to appreciate the effect, but his gaze turned to the harsh woman in the costume. The people and the army are united, for some reason I remembered Agitka, but the Soviet warrior is terrible in service, especially for the people. The woman took a step back behind the back of the body and God knows what she was thinking at the moment when she said the shocking phrase at the time: "I'm a non-partisan." While we were digesting what we heard, somewhere from Loshino’s shoulder came a shy girl’s voice: “She can’t, it’s our sound.”
We hid the teacher in the earthquake, with the help of a piece of salt, placing a mouse guard at the mouse. They were very reckless to run through the forest around the grassland. Who knew that at this time some white-brushed shirt with Napoleon's backbone would head the school squad and we would soon be bound. Schoolchildren did not read Sun Tzu and, contrary to all the military sciences, under each bush, we were awaited by an assembly, from every tree with the cry of "qiya" hunters jumped on us with colourful chariots or pollen fell. The girls did not lag behind the boys in the outdoors and a couple of times were quite meticulously planted with a pine cubicle in my head. Fighting with the rapidly surrounding regiments, at some point I realized that I had a few minutes behind my shoulders hanging not a backpack, but a real pioneer. And you can’t run fast when you have a pupil hanging on each leg. Funny, but a fact: we were spelled quickly and reliably - at least a dozen children sat on each. Have you seen Mowgli? Here, I still sometimes think like this, then, I was not broken into many small pieces.
Lieing on the grass with someone's ropes and hands tied, we listened to the recipes of torture seen by the pioneers in the movie "About the Indians" and which, in their opinion, must be applied to us. The read girl with the nurse’s bag did not lag behind the boys in the list of torture. I didn’t like her face when she fixed her glasses and offered “myrrh in the liver of a Delaware” or “magua needles under the nails.” Therefore, we cautiously surrendered at the first torture with the "knock in the hand" and immediately handed out all the military secrets about the captive teacher and even a few secret military words, which are now used to whisper on television. We were generously forgiven. After the teacher’s release, we were drunk with tea and sandwiches and placed as honorary guests in the presidium of “military” competitions.
The theft of the teacher cost less expensive - three months later he was sentenced to life with complete confiscation, and "drinking beer with friends" the teacher leaves him only on the evening of Saturday.