tenrek @ 2010-12-11T00: 28:00
phoned a friend, a clever and eccentric, gray-haired and tall handsome thoroughbred, with a velvety in a low voice, the historian. Prep and publisher-columnist correspondences, diaries, such vytaskivatel people from obscurity.
News said two - first, that ihoy Institute, Academy, or as it is there, abruptly demanded to VAKovskih articles, Christmas tree, and when children learn? And second, is now walking around Moscow and knows where, for example, Bows lane. Because his books have never prevented income - well, if the zeros, and at its own expense, but as the same graph as * or * Baron, wow about them, and prepskaya salary of something very, eat once was a little something, and this was arranged by courier, is a convolution garbage from point A to point B. You have no idea, said but in Moscow spas. And so the morning seminar, then a convolution, then for the archives. Well, or vice versa.
It is normal for students, right? Just a guy poltos and it, damn it, the historian. That's not an entrepreneur and a banker, a historian, and right - there he was, at the History Faculty, everything went right with it, and then, too.
Ugh.
cheerful, his general sense of humor about the absurdity of tenacious, yet told them to rayonchik classified as anti-stalls were cut from the efforts of all bus stop. So who has long lived here and knows where the bus, and he knows and who does not - he is no more.
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