I recently went with my son to a familiar grandfather in Kimry for a weekend. fisherman shashlik, hamak, etc. They caught up with the gun of the Nagan of 1937, a frightener, and as he looked into the water...
In the evening of the first day, we went to sleep tired from the road and at three o’clock at night a terrible knock on the door. We look with my grandfather from the second floor, and there is a man five with knives, fittings and wire, so that with the help of his waik to remove the roof from the window...
They’re also speaking in style... – We’ll shake you a little, open, then we won’t kill you!
Grandfather cries... go, I’ll call the police... and they’ll answer... Well then we’re in the reserve of five... etc.
My hands were shaken, but I realized that only a good punch could save us... I take a scare and leave the house. They were surprised that I went out myself and didn’t have to break the barracks. I aim at everyone in turn, I say... I have a small child in the house, so I will shoot immediately and only in the bowls...
One of them answers...you think this is a village and we’re scared of the scammers?
Shoot it!
I understand that it is a dumb scare to shoot him in the head (I will immediately burn myself) and shoot him sharply under his feet. There is a loud cotton... and the horror, the sound of the bullet lying around the fence... Not yet understood how the frightener could be a combat pistol, I stumble next to the head of one of them... The shot and the sound of the bullet hit the waze... the first trembled the driver, he gave on the gases... the others rushed into the sink. I shot in the waze and hit it, it gave them speed...
While I stood looking at my magic rifle, my grandfather came out of the house and said...
Hide your gun and help me find the soldiers.
What kind of soldiers?
- the lead from my collection, which I shot out of the window from the corner... and you
What have I never understood?
Those are the wise old men... (Hello Uncle Cole)
The house was sold, thank God.