Saturday, August 17, 2013

 
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 Today I begin a series of stories. They will be short, but they are real. They will talk only about what was really going on.
 And so ....
 Winter. December. Frost on the street, around minus 28 degrees Celsius. Residential building consists of 4 apartments. All apartments have their own private access to the street. Of the average apartment is a young man and goes in the direction of the apartment at ......
 He has to learn how things "after yesterday's" ...... What is "after yesterday '... does that mean there was a feast ...... and it can last more than one day ...... .
 Young man, let's call him Basil, climbed a nearby porch ...... The door is wide open ..... December Winter ...... .......
Basil went inside ...... On the bed lay two people ...... on top of them piled heap of rags, which they called the blanket sticking out from under it ....... two legs, two heads and fragments of hands ........ Past Basil is a third neighbor shovel snow and pours it on the bed ...
"What are you doing" - he asked a neighbor with a shovel ....
"Wake up" - robot voice said, and went back for the snow .......
At Basil's jaw dropped .... and then he saw a lot of snow on the bed ..... he did not melt .......
The door is open ...... Winter ..... -28 ...... Less

I'd say the ice man there!

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