It was I who presented a friend with a salute “Garrem” last year.
The family celebrated the New Year in Moscow.

Well, when the president announced to the country that everything was fine, and it would be wonderful in general, Iljuha and Olga, together with all their fellow citizens, swallowed a bottle of wine, ate little, took a salute and went to the prospectus, where it was already rumbling.
And I explained to them that “Harem” is a combined salute. That is, there is first a beautiful fountain of fire, and then eighteen good hallways.
It is necessary, I said to Elijah, to put it in this way, and then burn it here and set it on fire. And then, say, go away and admire yourself.

According to Ilya, he did so.
Everything is shooting around, and in the sky it blows.
He did not hurry to prepare everything, looked around, convinced that no one was aimed at him with any "Roman candle", and at the same time no one steals, so as to shake "Harem" when he turns it on and runs away.

Well, he exposed the fitil, set fire and went away.

He told about this:
No, we did not see the fountain. It instantly smoke. somewhere,
I have a belt. I saw it on TV when I showed it.
Documentary about the landing of ships on the shore of the Maritime Division
The Infantry. One smoke, nothing is visible, and the commentator says that there is a division
And with tanks. Somehow you believe him. Everything grumbles and lies and
“Ura” is screaming.
At the same time, “Ura” is also shooting around.
and smoke.
And there, in the smoke, maybe there is a fountain of fire, if you didn’t fuck, I don’t know.
And people are standing around – their dohuya came out of the houses to shoot and watch.
And here they stand from the belt and above, looking astonished at the smoke, suspicious of us and Olga, and the shooting is silent.
No one is hunting to bend to burn another fitil.
You go down into that smoke, and there, you know. Maybe a Marine Division.

And it wrapped everything around. I already understood that the fountain was either fucking or we were crawling it for smoke, and I prepared my fingers on my arms and feet to count eighteen rounds.
And I also think, "And if this smoke instead of a fountain, what will be instead of the rails? »

Everyone around looks at us. Some other fools are afraid.
And why are we standing here, smoking everything, and we do not leave.

And then something broke in the center of our smoke, a sling broke out, as if this box had jumped and fell on the side, and the smoke had ended.
At that time, we were all in our hands and stuck!

What about those eighteen shots?! to
There were a lot of people there and without us.
They applauded only us.