A hundred years ago, we, four boys and three girls, went fishing with tents to Vyatka.
A local man took us to a small island for two days and sailed away.
We felt like robinsons, the weather was great, the mood even better.
They set up two tents and caught fish for ears. We look forward to the evening, dancing at the fire and a light flirt. We talked about places not so far away.
One of us, Valera, stayed there for a year and a half. He was caught on a motorcycle, which was stolen. Valery is extreme.
“Poor girl, how offensive it is, you’re sitting, and life goes by the window without you.
Why without you? Life everywhere. But I got a lot of experience that I’t get on my own.
- What is the experience of breathing clean air and using parachutes?
Well, not only, I learned to understand people, to be content with the little ones,
Do you know what kind of bread I made? I am still quiet there.
prepared to enter the institute and entered the landing.
This is a plus.
So for conversations we picked up wood on the island, put a boiler for the ears and...
And they realized that none of us seven smoked, so no one even thought about fireworks.
At first it was funny, and then we realized that two days without heat and hot food were rough. We only had bread and salt, and all hope was for fish. The island became our enemy. The girls, shaking their hands, cuddled: - Well boys. Imagine some friction. Whoever catches the fire will be rewarded with a kiss.
We took the business. I built a small onion from a branch with a leash and started to spin a stick in the crust. Someone ter with a boring war with a dry stick on the strings of the guitar. Third, he threw a stone. Only Valera lay on the inflatable mattress and smiled, looking at our agitation.
My hands were tired, the strings broke on the guitar, the third caught a piece of stone with his eye. Only Valera lay down and laughed.
The girls raised the bet: - who gets the fire, he will not be disappointed.
We rushed to “prometheism” with a new force. One of us, even dismantled his photocopy, but with the help of a small lens, got only a black dot on the paper. We got our hands down, and Valera said, “Lena, if I get a fire, will you fulfill any of my wishes?” The girls knit.
To do, to do, to do, to do anything.
Okay anybody.
(Valera long and unsuccessfully cared for Lena) He jumped, pulled out a piece of cotton from the pharmacy box, sprayed her an activated charcoal tablet and asked for a condom.
First the fire!
Valera went down with a condom to the river and brought it with water.
Put a beautiful and shiny water ball to the cotton...
In a minute there was a fire.
In the evening, we were all three sitting at the fire, hanging on one string and jealous of Valerie’s strategy.
Women love heroes.