Marionets

In the army, in the classroom, I had a friend of Dima Semenov from Ordzhonikidze (suddenly he will read and find me in the innet). He was a radio amateur on all hands, and the soldiers, they are for any shuher, even for a hunger strike, only to break for the diversity of the order of the day.
In the afternoon, we received a team:
Take a look at the “Time” program!! to
Everyone ran with taburets and built a rectangle. It was necessary instead of smoking and sewing to sit for an hour, with a flat back and listen to the closure of the colossal... etc.
Dima carried out the plan, drawn the diagrams, I twisted him the radio details that got under his hand (although we have air defense troops), and finally he assembled a grand mega-appliance that fit into the light bulb box. Everything is very simple, just two controllers: one for adjusting the frequency, the other for signal strength. It was a TV interference generator.
There are two sergeants in our company. One is “smart” and the other is “strong”. We look at the “Time” program, suddenly interference, more, more. The "strong" suits the fist on the calf, the result is zero, but only he turns his back to him, the calf shows, slightly shallowed, again rip and rip in dynamics. He had to stand with his back to the calf, any attempt to move disturbed the calf. He stood under the loud laughter.
Dima and I called it Exhibit a Marionette. Then they took the “smart.”
The TV began to hang, the "strong" had the task of standing behind, but it didn't help. He was “smart.” He began to make magical passes around the calf and stirred when the image appeared (usually with his hands raised up). Sometimes Dima and I decided in advance what theater the puppies would show us today, and felt the rulers of the world.
When the sergeants were bored with it, they turned off the box, but if suddenly the attendant came in part, he pressed them for the failure of the routine of the day, especially with him, the telecast worked like a clock and not channels. The puppies had to stand in strange poses, and no matter how they tried to put a soldier in their place, the TV did not show, even if the salabona was dressed as a sergeant. Finally, they decided to break their tormentor. When they brought us a new, colourful one, they all said, “Oh, you are!! to
We and Dima just burned up. The soul of the old man has entered the new telecast.
It seemed like nonsense, and the whole company was waiting for the evening show all day long.
The wisdom of the army is right: Where the soldier does not kiss, the ass is everywhere.