It was written by my uncle, a soldier.
80s of the last century. Military Academy in a large city. Students of our course are officers not lower than the captain. Indeed, the decoration of the stream is a couple of terrible brothers, professionals in the fight against the green snake (they fought, they were on his side), two majors. Hirchenko and Tsymbaljuk (the names have been changed unrecognizable). History silences whether they were known before, but no one has ever seen them apart. They were, as they say, the same type: the same height, the same configuration, even the faces were similar. And Girchenko and Tsymbaljuk lived in the same room in the dormitory. Because of the similarity of appearance and character, their couple was nicknamed Dubl. But after a while, the nickname itself turned out to be Dupel. What, by the way, went extremely well and could not more accurately determine their everyday condition.
A beautiful morning for anyone. The door of the audience opened, and the people appeared Hirchenko and Tsymbaluk. To say that they were from Bodun - nothing to say. They were from Bodun... On the eve, it turns out, there was an occasion that was simply impossible to pass by. Whether it was the next anniversary of the Lancasterhouse Conference, or the birthday of Patrice Lumumba... In general, when they appeared from the exhaust, even flies fell from the ceiling.
The first couple that day was German. The teacher – the woman, as they called her among themselves – is a thin old lady, preparing to celebrate her first centenary in a couple of years. The first is because the energy and love of Goethe's language would have been enough for her for at least 300 years. Note that the woman did not tolerate the smell of alcohol. So the seats behind the back tables were reserved for a long time.
Hardly entering the auditorium, Mrs. from a distance saw two faces of a green-violet color... She squeezed her lips, silenced a little and began:
In the past class I asked to prepare for the survey. All are ready?
Friendly Choir of Voices:
So exactly!
It is magnificent. Gorchenko and Tsimbaliuk, to the board!
Duplex almost reached the board. The Wife:
The task is to make a dialogue. Interrogation of a prisoner of war.
A few minutes of silence. Hirchenko looks at Tsymbaljuk for a long time, slowly filling with paint (although much more!) and presses:
Are you eating Russich Pachtizanin?! to
Yes Yes Yes!
All of. Not crying from laughter only portraits of classics on the walls. and FRAU. Waiting for the MHAT pause, she said loudly:
and van. Until the end of the year, I can’t go to class. See you at the exam.
And indeed, all attempts by Dupele to break through the classes of German were cut off by the end of the academic year.
P.S Both passed the triple exam.