Малолетние солдаты из Анголы. Фото 90-х годов, времен гражданской войны в этой стране.
Не верю я в эту фотку . Знаю что там всё ужасно было и есть , и полно таких ужасов , что данная фотка просто детская картинка , но конкретно в эту фотку не верю.
Ой да бросте , как будто никто из нас не ругается . Разумеется нужно стараться обходить эти слова и это некрасиво и т д , но сказала и сказала ,подумаешь ...
На сетчатке моего глаза - оранжевый, без компромиссов. Полтора часа назад мимо него проходил.
глаза неоткалиброваны
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А, вообще, про этот "отель", самый дешёвый номер - 4000+ за ночь, много можно рассказать;)
у нас тут (в Гопнинске, в смысле) есть "типа отель", который раньше был заводским профилакторием (это слово вообще склоняется, не? Граммар-наци, где вы все, когда нужны?). Короче, там еще 6 лет назад переночевать (одному, с клопами, а не с девками) стоило 1500 деревянных. Илитарность состояла в том, что это были "номера" на последнем этаже. На предпоследнем постоянно проживали работающие на заводе гастарбайтеры с территорий бывших советских. Так что, 4 килорубля - это щас еще дешево, наверное. Поэтому, можешь заселяться
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Малолетние солдаты из Анголы.
крутЪ. Те, кто ждал чего-то иного от гражданской войны - наивен шопесец.
А тем временем мы с учеником закончили вторую главу готического романа про Поросенка Петра. Вторую главу хотел выложить в заметках в Контакте, но Дуров сцуко ввел ограничения на объем текста.
Первую главу можно найти здесь по поиску.
PIGGY NAMED PYOTR CHAPTER TWO KUNG FU FIGHTER
Impy returned piggy named Pyotr on the surface and gave him three days to get his mission of killing Santa accomplished.
-Remember, - Impy said, - when I come back in three days, you'd better already have goddamn Santa's head chopped!
Piggy nodded trying not to think much of it...He headed for his home, which appeared to be a single room with a door and without a window. There wasn't even any straw to sleep on. Piggy entered this God-forgotten place, dropped his slingshot and plastic bag full of rotten Easter eggs and napped having leant on the wall. His adventures hadn't begun yet he was already sick and tired of it. Falling into sleep he reflected upon his life and that a little piggy should live in his little room forever and shouldn't mess with some large businesses.
-I should throw away this stuff now, then I'll be able to treat all of this as a kinda bad dream.
He was gonna to do it when doorbell rang.
- Holy Satan I've got no doorbell, - thought Pyotr, - somebody must be knocking on my door...
Behind the door, there was undoubtly something knocking and ringing.
Little piggy named Pyotr opened the door. There was a tall, skinny and hunchbacked bald man, dressed in a black funeral suit, dark-dark shoes and black gloves.
-Hello, Mr.Swine. My name is Mr.Blackgloves, I'm a realtor. I've come to you to propose you to move out to the real too real estate. -What!? - squeaked the piggy. -The estate is real for real little piggies. It located in a peacefull valley. It's an awesome pigsty, the real piggy inn, my little swine. Thirty miles to the nearest metro staition and only twenty meters to the nearest slaughterhouse.
-Thanks, but no thanks. - replied the piggy. - Go your own way. Don't bother me thinking of my useless existence.
Piggy named Pyotr slammed the door. But he failed. Because the door slammed the piggy and a blink of an eye later, one by one, four ninjas dressed in black rushed into the room. The first one crashed the door into pieces, the last one was finishing a pizza. The very last person slowly entering the room was the master of the black gloves already known to the reader, to you!
-Well,Well,well... - said Mr.Blackgloves, - And hello once again, you little unpolite swine. You are even not a swine, you're much worse, you're a froggy at the bottom of a well. You don't have a clue what is this world all about! Bri bri bri bri...-was laughing the man with the gloves. -Than do your best, tell me about this world. -The world is ruled by my POWER! Behold the POWER of my powerfull ninjas. NINJAAAS!
Immediately all the ninjas stroke the fighting poses. And a piece of the stale pizza hit the piggy straight to the temple. Little piggy named Pyotr fainted.
When Pyotr opened his eyes reality got some drastic changes. Frustrated he looked around wondering. Seconds later he was wandering around, still wondering what the hell is going on. Nothing like a Hell though but like a Japanese garden. Gorgeous sakuras were dropping trembling snowhite petals on juicy grass. In the air some butterflies were fluttering enjoying the magnificent scent of some fresh wasabi. This wasabi was being dipped into nuts placed in the wok by some nutty creature. Pyotr observed it suspiciously.
That creature looked like a mixture of a squirrel and a panda. It wore an acid colored kimono with some hieroglyphs.
-Hello Kitty, - said the creature with a mocking voice, - oops, I wanna have said "Hello, Piggy"... Piggy-Petya, petya-piggy...Yeahhh. -Where have you learnt my name from? - asked the piggy irritating. -Of course I do know,- laughed the mocker out loud. - You're just a figment of my imagination, aren't you? -That's not true! - argued Piggy named Pyotr, - I saw you with my own vision, therefore you are being projected right onto my brain, ssoo YOU ARE a figment of my imagination. In fact. Actually. -Is that so! Eat this Fireball! - exclaimed the hybrid of a squirrel and a panda. -Wooow, - yelled Pyotr beholding as a big shining ball of fire approaching his groin. Piggy dooged in the last second, but it wasn't enough for the smell of tonkatsu not to appear in the air. - That was close! -Gosh, what a ridiculous reaction! - said the mocker, rubbing his hands. - But you have a potential, I can teach you the very secrets of kung fu. That will be a long and dangerous road to mastership. Are you ready? -Yes, of course, - cried the piggy out loud. -To fulfil your way of the kung fu destiny it would take... five seconds. LET'S GO!... FIVE! -... -Hey, hey, be happy, now you're a Kung Fu Fighter! -What kind of mastership have I learned within fricking five seconds?! - yelled Pyotr. -Down with five seconds, - yelled the pandasquirrel. - You know what I know about everything including kung fu. Ask "Why?"?Because I'm just a figment of your imagination. You told me that! Now eat these ten fireballs!
That moment furious firestorm flashed in front of piggy's eyes. But his body reacted faster than his frightened mind and at the breakneck speed Pyotr made a triple somersault. In the air it smelled like a fried sakura, but there wasn't the tonkatsu smell anymore.
-Bravo, bravo, - cried the master. - So you've got all the weapons you need, now FIGHT!
...Suddenly, piggy named Pyotr woke up in his own dirty room. Four ninjas watched him suspiciously.
-Five seconds blackout, - champed one of the ninjas still finishing the pizza, - what an accuracy! -Yeeaah. Five seconds, - replied piggy named Pyotr, - ...till I have your asses kicked!