Aha Intrigued? Agree - a burning topic (I mean Fima!) - is not it ?! So sit back and I have something to say to you!
But today we are not about Fima and his sad Odyssey! And not even about the campaign of Moses to Privoz! About these characters - either nothing, or - in the poem! I'm talking about a much more prosaic and sore.
And it was like that! Here to us from the African continent “relatives” are defined! Who defined? And who eshsho - “bloody Putin and his gebnya”! Well, it's so local on the radio said. They say that these people, our smaller brothers, are very quickly buried in “hot yellow Africa”. Here, by God! So they say - they are brothers to us! Well, in terms of, man to man - and brother, and godfather, and matchmaker! Even if he - a Negro in trousers! (Forgive me magnanimously - for my lack of business and political illiteracy!) And if he is a brother, then what means? Right! Meet Nat! Otherwise, somehow it is not in the ... Vatican style and ... again - not in the Vatican style! Not democratic and not tolerant means.
“Nat - so nat!” Loudly and joyfully proclaimed that part of the German population, which, from boredom and monotony, was already very tired. Russian-speaking Germans, something muttering indistinctly and displeased, went home. The Germans, having listened and looking at it, shrugged their shoulders and, with their arms wide open and the smiles of their faces, joyfully stepped towards the arriving “relatives”!
And here began the festivities and celebrations! At train stations and airports - elegant delegations and with rainbow posters, in languages different and understandable to distant relatives, such as “well we know home”! Yes - “we welcome women!” In colorful national costumes, and just in miniskirts dances and songs - they meet joyfully! Bread and salt and pork sausages (well, what are you laughing about - this is pure lamb! Last night I just bleated!) With a beer! All - rank by rank.
And it does not matter that they, relatives of the latter-day flies, with Somalia or Pakistan some kind of there! Brothers in any way - probably, the native language, the Faterland - have not forgotten ?! Will understand! And relatives, which means, like a spring flood from a clogged sewage system, comes and arrives, smiling widely with snow-white smiles and enthusiastic appraising glances! By liking, it appears, relatives had to have this hospitality!
Whether it is long or short is not the point, but something has become cramped in the host apartment. And the owners, before the holidays, though eager, suddenly began to understand that relatives who promised to help in building a new house somehow miraculously managed not to noticeably move only from the refrigerator to the TV, but back ... Along the way, leaving in the corners that they are essentially all and unites!
BUT NO in the direction of the construction site! The owners became frustrated and sad, sadly looking at the diversity of black and bearded attractive faces. And here Yeshsho and the new attack came up - NATURAL! So say - kataklizma! But peculiar! Is it like this? The closer a person is to nature, the more natural is his desire in all their guises! The stronger its natural essence! And nature ordered that? Right! Multiply! And multiplies - who! More true! That one is stronger!
And since the owner had not been under a palm tree for a long time, he didn’t climb and run for bananas without a lift and run a race with a baboon and baboon from a cheetah or a lion - he lost his bestial mission - strength and ability to survive! Than those two did not fail to take advantage - a baboon with a baboon! Agree - KAKAKAKLIZMICHCHCHE!
This is where the owners understood - and didn’t they find it? And in general - it is too early the curly! But - it was too late!
It would be trouble, but that's okay, the owners of the apartment that, when he was his own, got neighbors. It seems, too, as it were, and relatives ... but by definition, theirs is the seventh water on the kissel, and even from the wild and deaf places they came in large numbers. Therefore - respect not used. So here. These neighbors, who grumbled at the beginning of this story, who lived according to the laws of “feral hordes” and did not forget what skins are bearish and kindness sincere - decided not to be like “hospitable” and “blissful” owners.
And they just started explaining to the new “relatives” the rules by which the northern fur animal lives - such a noble animal! Beautiful When you get this as a gift, you remember for a long time. And what is striking is that there are more neighbors from the “north” - the beast is more beautiful there!
Now the owners of that apartment look with hope at their old and ignored neighbors. Often asking: aren't their long-time friends going, with whom they lived while they were, to come to visit them? Like, it will be so calmer!
Well, just in case the icons were pulled out. Even out on the shelves povyvazyvali. I did not read this prayer book, but something tells me this epic silhouette with the sacramental phrase “He is here / here again!” - oh the local people were concerned for their chakras and mantras! If such a strong “miracle worker” appeared on the free market! Adolf, damn ...
Your deeds are wonderful, O Lord.
Here you ask: what about ducks with geese? Yes zadolbali these "migrants"! Situation - hrenation!
About ducks, I hope you understand. They dope rod! But geese ... where are they? Yes, though. There are among our compatriots, here, in Deutschland, here are such interesting characters - “geese”.
Believe me, oh how they are present here and not only! And how, sometimes, it is hard to carry on conversations with such people. You talk with such a “goose” on the topic, suppose the weather, and he begins, on sly, to tread on the mainstream of politics! Aha, you think, chichas will give out a pearl! And for sure!
Here they say, look, brother, Russia is not right! And it started, with foam on his lips, from the release of emotions, the narration of the fact that he is an educated and intelligent man who reread Solzhenitsyn and his like greatest men and not husbands - he knows the true truth! (Yok Makarek !! MissIa welled up from heaven! So I want to help the heart !! Back ... send!)
For he read in a book that he was taken to by a postal mail from heaven, takoooo - ogogoooo ... this ... you are not too good !! And he starts you to list the authors, which he strongly recommends reading! In the hope that my brevity will disappear in a moment and I will fall into a rasporyak, lamenting blissfully, while rolling my eyes over the red-footed falcon!
And here you listen to such a “great and unshakable,” and in your head the thought: “I don’t understand something! Are you, my heartfelt, really, the oil painting that S. Lavrov described? For me, who should be the first to beat the face - you or Chunge Chang? Or wait - while he turns you on a spit? And then just fill him up !? ”
Why am I telling all this? Yes, everything is to that. You say - “burgarten, beer susik” Yes. Have fun here. African and Asian refugees, our Russian-German "compatriots" of various stripes ... damn their leg. What to do - I'll never know. And in general - is this my mind? To the state - to spit on citizens, to citizens - on the state. All this, miraculously intertwined, is spreading to other states and people. Evil all became. We bite at each other - proceeding from saliva. But! Having fun!
There, just now, the eldest child, he comes to me with such a bull-calf and asks with a bass:
"Dad! Do you know what black humor is? Deutsch!"
In even how! Nezhdanchik formed! Well, I say, this is probably where the Negro jokes ?! Come on, tell me, do not tomi! Here he surprised me completely! He asks me: “What territory of the European Union willingly accepts refugees from Africa?” By God, I wondered! I think - well, where else in Europe are such fuckers and stupid people there - eager for the African extreme? Come on, say, piss! Anyway, I don't even understand their white Aryan humor.
“Mediterranean Sea!” - answers and laughs like a gelding gray. Dubinushka stoorosovaya! It was necessary to weigh the backstage, in a fatherly way so that in some other non-fitting place did not blur. And he thought - young people determine the vector of mood and hidden things. They copy us. But at the same time they see this world in their own way.
Something like that, on a sad note, I finish. Excuse me, reader, but from what is happening in this country somehow not to fun. It's already getting light. And in Vladivostok - noon. And the ducks ... all fly ...