Friday, February 14, 2014

117 day
Winter. On the street minus 28. Claus.
A man goes out and goes to the next house. There was a holiday yesterday. Though they have a holiday every day. Alcoholics .....
Door at the neighbors wide open. Minus 28.
A man walks into their apartment through the open door. Past it is a man. He is holding a large shovel snow. The room is a bed.
Mountain rags lies on a bed. This is a blanket. It is already a pile of snow.
From there, stick out arms and legs. There's someone sleeping.
The man asks the man who keeps a shovel:
- What are you doing?
- Wake up!
And on the bed throws one more shovel snow .........

Here are, they are, the harsh Russian guys .......

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