Run, rabbit, run

Fate encountered us with the Rabbit in the Decanate. I don’t remember in the corridor. But he hated me suddenly and furiously. It happens. Sometimes I act on the human psyche prophetically. That is, intuition tells the individual the consequences of our encounter and immediately adjusts it to the right order. Luckily, the Teacher Rabbit walked on the neighboring stream and did nothing to us. If only I would have gone out of Miss Lula. Once he took some crazy electrical safety license from us, and then I flew all three. The rabbit celebrated.
I am glad that our body has recovered.
I found anger in myself.
Beating the Rabbit was both low and full. Do you remember the character from Winnypoch? Here is exact. It would be perfect for a photographer.

To beat him, I repeat, was not possible. But very wanted. So I tried not to get in contact with him. I saw a rabbit running. That was not easy, because this fox was a noble public figure. Eternally he headed the punitive raids in search of the unclean, then organized the sabbathers, then stood at the entrance to the almaty, catching the late, then rejoiced in the committee of the Komsomol, preventing the progressive youth from cuddling after yesterday.
State authorities have always grown out of it. He knocked, he knocked, he knocked.
The rabbit was a born drummer. Any violation seen immediately gained written form and flew to the dean. Or the rector. Or at the Komsomol.
The rabbit quietly hated the whole institution. The rabbit hated the word rabbit. Probably childhood injury. To say this precious word in the radius of hearing of his enormous ears meant to get a blood enemy to the very diploma. There was a taboo about rabbits. In any case, they tried not to remember the rabbits, because he loved and knew how to hate Kostia.
How much rope do you have?

A group of studios were sent to practice in Lipetsk. NFC to watch. For what hero the future theorphysicists needed to be given a miracle from the metallurgical combination - Hefest knows. But in the army, we all have long learned to battle in the waves of life. We must go. At a poultry farm. Only vodka should be preserved.
When I read the composition of the departing, I moved. Thunfish, alcoholics, preferenceists and blackheads. Our people. But the leader, the mother-in-law, the Rabbit. From the Fucks. The evening is no longer dark.
During the instruction, the Rabbit looked at my rod and grabbed solemnly. You are finally in my power. I am for you.
For a long time to rejoice some crazy rabbit was not in my plans. In the war as