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Genre: Conversation
Style: Naive / Folk art
Publication date: 2011.02.15
"The picture of magnificent winter" has reflected the period of powerful accustoming of companion Kolbaskina to campaigns in a dumpling bar which settled down near to its house.
As to absorption of pelmeni have been accustomed both watchdogs George and Chernysh with a cat at whom the name always changed, but he politely responded to all these names and loved, when him in general called. The yard keeper didnt drive this silent rack, therefore as itself often starved and too loved pelmeni… But for a long time already them ate. In the meantime the Elite dumpling bar left the unfamiliar moustached man in a strange cap.áðîñèë a fluent look on expecting and there and then çàñêîëüçèâ on invisible ice… Has begun to mince fast, as a lightning feet… Has failed on a cover of magnificent winter… Has broken a bouquet of tulips… Has frightened the cat who has fallen into a reverie about pelmeni… And in general has upset the yard keeper… Which too dreamed of pelmeni and port by which any more dont do….
Well where this Kolbaskin?… Where Kolbaskin?…. How many it is possible to wait for it?… Eternally it is necessary to wait for it! Hunger approached, and in stomachs melodies of Africa muttered.
As to absorption of pelmeni have been accustomed both watchdogs George and Chernysh with a cat at whom the name always changed, but he politely responded to all these names and loved, when him in general called. The yard keeper didnt drive this silent rack, therefore as itself often starved and too loved pelmeni… But for a long time already them ate. In the meantime the Elite dumpling bar left the unfamiliar moustached man in a strange cap.áðîñèë a fluent look on expecting and there and then çàñêîëüçèâ on invisible ice… Has begun to mince fast, as a lightning feet… Has failed on a cover of magnificent winter… Has broken a bouquet of tulips… Has frightened the cat who has fallen into a reverie about pelmeni… And in general has upset the yard keeper… Which too dreamed of pelmeni and port by which any more dont do….
Well where this Kolbaskin?… Where Kolbaskin?…. How many it is possible to wait for it?… Eternally it is necessary to wait for it! Hunger approached, and in stomachs melodies of Africa muttered.