Viktor Kirillov, So, brother Victor, what are your creative plans? Or is today a day off?
Backwoods, Yeah, right, the comments will be spitting out all night until the morning. Even third-grade students can master this kind of program now. However, unlike, for example, the Cheburek website, your programmed posts here sometimes feel somewhat like live communication, and not like the Cheburek robot just stupidly chatting with itself.
Viktor Kirillov, So, brother Victor, what are your creative plans? Or is today a day off?
Backwoods, What kind of weekend can there be for a soul that, as we know, is obliged to work? I'm growing, watching culture on TV, listening to an audiobook in my ear, an idea for a new masterpiece brewing in my brain, and my free left eye admiring a girl's charms. Well, basically, simultaneously Caesar and ambidextrous, a typical resurrection of genius.
Well, what kind of weekend can there be for the soul, which, as we know, is obliged to work? I'm growing, watching culture on TV, an audiobook in my ear, an idea for a new masterpiece brewing in my brain, and my free left eye admiring a girl's charms. Well, basically, like Caesar and ambidextrous at the same time, a typical Sunday of genius.
And that's true, let it, the soul, work while I laze around. Audiobooks are my everything. We now have radio stations on our phone that read books – quite a joy. By the way, can I recommend something? Do you know how to download from torrents?
Viktor Kirillov, That's true, let her, the soul, work while I languish in idleness. Audiobooks are my everything. We now have radio stations on our phone that read books – quite a joy. By the way, can I recommend something: do you know how to download from torrents?
Backwoods, I don't know how to download, but I have an advanced son-in-law in town who will come and download it. Share your collected works; I'm sure you're more knowledgeable about modern bestsellers and other such junk.
I don't think I've made any progress, I just have a favorite. For example, Erofeev's "Moscow-Petushki," BUT only when performed by Suvorov, he's such a narrator... I respect several of Weller's works. Do you know the performer Vyacheslav Gerasimov? He delivers soulfully. Dovlatov's "Zone" is simply a joy to read.
Viktor Kirillov, I don't think I've made any progress, I just have a favorite. For example, Erofeev's "Moscow-Petushki," BUT only when performed by Suvorov, he's such a narrator... I respect several of Weller's works. Are you familiar with the performer Vyacheslav Gerasimov? He delivers heartfelt readings. Dovlatov's "Zone"—his reading is pure joy.
Backwoods, I'm familiar with Petushki, I like "Tears of a Komsomol Girl." I've watched Weller's "We Live on TV"—I think he's kind of theatrical, like the "historian" Radzinsky. I'm familiar with Dovlatov, I've even read some of his stories, I don't remember, "The Reserve," I think. I'm really enjoying Tsypkin and his stories right now.
Viktor Kirillov, Yuri Olesha, who wrote Three Fat Men, has one called "The Book of Farewell." It's a bit depressing and gloomy, a diary-like affair—just the way you like it.
And my favorite: "The History of Winemaking in Rus'"
Viktor Kirillov, Yuri Olesha, who wrote Three Fat Men, has one called The Book of Farewell. It's a bit depressing and gloomy, a diary-like read—everything just the way you like it.
Backwoods, I didn't even read everything from the school curriculum (I had other interests in my youth; reading is for nerds). Now I'm happily getting to know the classics, filling in the gaps in my education, so to speak.
an idea for a new masterpiece is brewing in my brain
I envy you. My new masterpieces are striving for popography. I've prepared a lot of material, fortunately, billionaires possess this deuviation in abundance. What can we expect from you? Who else has been struck by Vesuvius? Make an announcement.
Viktor Kirillov, I envy you. I have new masterpieces that are striving for popography. I've prepared a lot of material, fortunately, billionairesses have a fair amount of this deuviation. What can we expect from you? Who else got hit by Vesuvius? Make an announcement.
Backwoods, Yeah, we've talked about high literature under the table, now Vasily will think we're just showing off and being clever. It's not my style to throw around announcements. I'm supposedly honest in the little things, but I'm pathologically lazy. I'm not guaranteed to finish anything, I can give up on anything halfway through, and a promise I made to myself is quite the character. I'm drawing knights in shining armor, but I can't yet think (I have little MY OWN graphic material) what to put them on, on the Rocinantes or on the rat mummy.
Yeah, we've talked about high literature under the guise of a slut, now Vasya will think we're just showing off and being clever.
Where, if not in the shadow of a billionaire's slut, without a hint of cellulite, can we talk about the sublime? I couldn't care less what Vasya decides.
I'm drawing knights in shining armor, but I can't yet think of anything (I don't have enough MY graphic material) to put them on—Rosinantes or a rat mummy.
Well, that knight who's scurrying around here with a spear of parquet quality—he could be put on a sharp object, often colloquially called "a-la-stake." A decent knight, who polishes his armor and is generally good in every way—gives a lady a flower and doesn't fart during a serenade—maybe, in your performance: - on a tank; - on an obedient dinosaur; - on a good expensive bicycle; - on a cannonball from the Tsar Cannon.
Viktor Kirillov, Well, that knight who's fumbling around here with a spear of parquet quality, he could be impaled on a sharp object, often colloquially called "a la stake." But a normal knight, who has polished his armor and is generally good in all respects—gives a lady a flower and doesn't fart during a serenade—he could be, in your performance: - on a tank; - on a dinosaur; - on a good expensive bicycle; - on a cannonball from the Tsar Cannon.
You have incredible scope for creativity.
Backwoods, It only seems that way; there's no scope at all, but I still want to be terribly original. Yeltsin was already on a tank. Darwin on a dinosaur. A Russian Post employee on a bicycle. Pechkin. At the core, a baron who always tells the truth. From what you suggested yesterday, perhaps we could try a soft bulldozer and inflatable women. My knight, he only glitters and shines with aluminum on the outside, but inside he's a wormhole of decadence and the rot of boundless aestheticism. He'll never approach such a beautiful woman in a white thong with a bouquet. Give him a half-dead nun with scabs of diathesis and stigmata on her lower extremities, which would mean demonstrating his generosity and presenting a bouquet of Venus.
My knight, he only glitters and shines like aluminum on the outside, but inside he's a wormhole of decadence and the rot of boundless aestheticism. He'd never rush up with a bouquet to such a beautiful woman in a white thong; he'd rather have a half-dead nun with scabs from diathesis and stigmata on her lower extremities, so he could demonstrate his generosity and give her a bouquet of Venus.
Oh, how I understand you. I used to sit in aluminum pots myself, yeah, that means I'm saving myself from radiation every day. And you know, such decadence brewing inside—it's almost scary to cough. And your knight is a total vulgarian. Instead of throwing a rose in a lady's face, he's rotten inside, aesthetically speaking, completely bad. Any crow would eat half-dead nuns, but try pulling a peasant woman's thong—you'll immediately shovel a shovel across her helmet and dump manure in every hole in her armor. Knights have a boring life. Huffing with a 25-kilogram sword is exhausting. It's much easier to pick up a baseball bat and punish dissenters.
So, wouldn't you like to portray your knight as a noble, positive hero, like, say, Luntik from the cult show?
But what if you want to portray your knight as a noble, positive hero, say, like Luntik from the cult show? [/quote] Backwoods, He can only paint an artist's portrait of things he's familiar with and has personally experienced. I don't know anything positive, and my false story would burst like Dulcinea of Tabos's thong under Montmartre. But I'm well-versed in all things carrion; I've seen enough at the cattle cemeteries and on TV. And I've also noticed that when you like a girl but don't have much money for love, it's more effective to pretend you were wounded in the imperialist battles under the Order, and you can get a one-time humanitarian aid package. In every woman, there's a nurse who lives to boost her self-esteem.
And I've also noticed that when you like a girl but don't have much money for love, it's more effective to pretend you were wounded in the imperialist battles under the Order, and you can get a one-time humanitarian aid. There's a nurse in every woman, there to boost her self-esteem.
Here you're living in illusions and connotations. From movies about war and the Germans. "Show me your tits," the tank driver, completely besotted, asked from a famous film. No, they might provide assistance, but how humanitarian is it? You have to negotiate with the supplier. Usually, it's about one and a half thousand for an hour, more for a night. It all depends on your situation and wallet. If you have a deep wallet, then you can get a nurse, a lady, or a firefighter—whatever you like. Just don't lose your brand.
Just don't drop the stamp.[/quote] Backwoods, Well, thank God, I'm at an age where I can afford not to stick the stamp on too much; it doesn't discredit my stoic character in any way.
Backwoods, Well, thank God, I'm at an age where I can afford not to wear a brand too much; it doesn't discredit my stoic character in any way.
Well, that's it... age and scars enhance your already beautiful charisma (read: exposition). Character withers with age and becomes sentimental. And peasant women, like billionairesses, need a good erection. Have you seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa? It looks like it's dying, but it's still standing. How are your towers? Cool?
When the chimes chime, you'll have a new story to tell.
Backwoods, "2:0" )), accountant Vasya turned on the little gray cardinal.
Viktor Kirillov, It's better to turn on the little cardinal than Stalin. You can't even be trusted with a collective farm, and here you decided to say a word about art. The tanker is a dud, he's playing along, after all, he scribbled something in the clouds. You're very poorly politically savvy, so Vitya, read on.
Apsny Flounder and Herring, You, like Aida, are listed in our peacekeeping corps, so your job is to urge the parties to pacify. However, why did you erase my pearls under Madame Mochalkina's photo? Although they're erased here too, that's where the admins consider themselves Caesars.
Apsny Flounder and Herring, You, like Aida, are listed as part of the peacekeeping corps, so your job is to encourage the parties to pacify. However, why did you erase my pearls under Madame Mochalkina's photo? Although they're erased here too, that's where the admins consider themselves Caesars.]
Vasya Kotov., No, I didn't erase anything!!! Although I don't know where
Vasya Kotov., No, I didn't erase anything!!! Although I don't know where
Apsny Flounder and Herring, Oh well, never mind. As for the ass, they're more into making jokes here. Who the hell needs that photo? The internet is full of pictures; you can pluck a masterpiece from any museum.
A Desdichado, I'll go and quickly praise your dog, maybe it's true, you know
Apsny Flounder and Herring, Oh, so that's it, and I was wondering why the tanker was calling him a violinist. I don't follow all these details, I can see he's a clone, but whose he is doesn't matter, as long as he writes funny. I think you'd better talk Vitka into it, drag him into your swamp, he'll really get active, even the radio operator will come running there with his pants up. Akhmetshin is a weakling when it comes to artistic works. And don't be shy about posting your own nonsense here, even in the series, and put a beacon as a comment. Now everyone does that, even the tanker, because without a beacon, no one will look in, alas, such is c'est la vie.
Apsny Flounder and Herring, Oh, so that's it, and I was wondering why the tanker was calling him a violinist. I don't pay attention to all these details. I can see he's a clone, but whose he is doesn't matter, as long as he writes funny stuff. I think you'd be better off talking Vitka into it, drag him into your swamp, he'll really ramp up the activity, even the radio operator will come running there with his pants up. Akhmetshin is a weakling when it comes to artistic works. And don't be shy about posting your own nonsense here, even in episodes, and put a beacon as a comment. Everyone does that now, even the tanker, because without a beacon, no one will even look, alas, such is c'est la vie.
Vasya Kotov., oops, you're not by any chance talking about me, what happened? Or how did you not touch me?
Vasya Kotov., oops, you're not talking about me by any chance. What happened? Or what didn't you say?
Ruslan Akhmetshin, anyone can create messages like that, but you should try your hand at the lists like these two knights, and we'll see what you're like. I'll say it again: a photo on a photo site means very little. It was S. Kosolapov who was particularly interested in you, which is where this topic came up.
Ruslan Akhmetshin, anyone can create messages like that, but you try your hand at the lists like these two knights, and we'll see what you're like. I'll say it again, photos on photo sites mean very little. It was S. Kosolapov who took a keen interest in you, which is where this topic came up.
Vasya Kotov., Who is Kosolapov and what is a beacon?
Vasya Kotov., Who is Kosolapov and what is a beacon?
Apsny Flounder and Herring, Regarding the beacon, look at the first comment; that's the beacon. Regarding Kosolapov, Google is your friend. And yes, try to write funny and at least three lines. Otherwise, there's no point in answering.
Apsny Flounder and Herring, Regarding the beacon, look at the first comment, that's the beacon. Regarding Koslapov, Google is your friend. And yes, try to write funny, at least three lines. Otherwise, there's no point in answering.
Vasya Kotov., Why do I need him... But at least I get it, Uncle Vasya! You're the boss here, and you're just pretending to be a fool. But in reality, you're very cunning and smart. Just like the paramedic I know. He's not young, he'd sometimes watch the young doctors suffer—the little doctors with diagnoses—and smirk, but he himself had long since figured it all out! That's what you're like. Would you like me to call you Doctor Uncle Vasya Kotov?
Vasya Kotov., Why would I need him... But at least I get it, Uncle Vasya! You're the boss here and you're only pretending to be a fool. But in reality, you're very cunning and smart. Just like the paramedic I know. He's not young, he'd watch the younger doctors suffer—they're little doctors with diagnoses—and smirk, but he himself had long ago figured it all out! That's how you are. Would you like me to call you Doctor Uncle Vasya Kotov?
Apsny Flounder and Herring, Well, it's already warmer. The main one here is that one with the pipe in his mouth, I'm just reading the funny comments, throwing some wood on the fire. No need to call me doctor, there was already a village doctor here, may he rest in peace online. That's all for now, I need to go feed the chickens. I pass the baton to the knight of Kuromonchin, or maybe the tanker
Ruslan Akhmetshin, anyone can create messages like that, but you should try your hand at the lists like these two knights, and we'll see what you're like. I'll say it again, photos on photo sites mean very little. It was S. Kosolapov who was so interested in you, that's where this topic came from.
Vasya Kotov, I still don't understand your original language.
Vasya Kotov., Why would I need him... But at least I get it, Uncle Vasya! You're the boss here, and you're just pretending to be a fool. But in reality, you're very cunning and smart. Just like the paramedic I know. He's not young, he'd watch the younger doctors suffer with their diagnoses, smirk, but he'd long since figured it all out! That's you too. Would you like me to call you Doctor Uncle Vasya Kotov?
Apsny Flounder and Herring, What other paramedic... Master of a secret order, mover of the celestial spheres, website destroyer, manipulator of lost souls, eminence grise, and personal confidant of the postman Pechkin.
Ruslan Akhmetshin, What's so unclear? Doctor Uncle Vsya Krotov wants to lure you to his favorite website, "ChF," where a certain Kosolapov rules.
Apsny Flounder and Herring, that's a bit easier and in the other direction, what do you need to film with? Or what do you need to film :confused, or do you even need to film at all
Apsny Flounder and Herring, well, that's a bit easier, but what else should I shoot with? Or what should I shoot, or should I even shoot at all?
Ruslan Akhmetshin, It seems everyone does what they want there. I'm not showing anything, I'm not a photographer, so to speak. I'm taking a break from the local landscapes, reading some smart books, hoping to shine somewhere else someday.
POP art, "You can't pass by your work. I recommend it!" (c)
I respect several of Weller's works.
Do you know the performer Vyacheslav Gerasimov? He delivers soulfully. Dovlatov's "Zone" is simply a joy to read.
I'm familiar with Dovlatov, I've even read some of his stories, I don't remember, "The Reserve," I think.
I'm really enjoying Tsypkin and his stories right now.
And my favorite: "The History of Winemaking in Rus'"
What can we expect from you? Who else has been struck by Vesuvius? Make an announcement.
It's not my style to throw around announcements. I'm supposedly honest in the little things, but I'm pathologically lazy. I'm not guaranteed to finish anything, I can give up on anything halfway through, and a promise I made to myself is quite the character.
I'm drawing knights in shining armor, but I can't yet think (I have little MY OWN graphic material) what to put them on, on the Rocinantes or on the rat mummy.
Well, that knight who's scurrying around here with a spear of parquet quality—he could be put on a sharp object, often colloquially called "a-la-stake." A decent knight, who polishes his armor and is generally good in every way—gives a lady a flower and doesn't fart during a serenade—maybe, in your performance:
- on a tank;
- on an obedient dinosaur;
- on a good expensive bicycle;
- on a cannonball from the Tsar Cannon.
You have incredible scope for creativity.
Yeltsin was already on a tank.
Darwin on a dinosaur.
A Russian Post employee on a bicycle. Pechkin.
At the core, a baron who always tells the truth.
From what you suggested yesterday, perhaps we could try a soft bulldozer and inflatable women.
My knight, he only glitters and shines with aluminum on the outside, but inside he's a wormhole of decadence and the rot of boundless aestheticism. He'll never approach such a beautiful woman in a white thong with a bouquet. Give him a half-dead nun with scabs of diathesis and stigmata on her lower extremities, which would mean demonstrating his generosity and presenting a bouquet of Venus.
Knights have a boring life. Huffing with a 25-kilogram sword is exhausting. It's much easier to pick up a baseball bat and punish dissenters.
So, wouldn't you like to portray your knight as a noble, positive hero, like, say, Luntik from the cult show?
Backwoods, He can only paint an artist's portrait of things he's familiar with and has personally experienced. I don't know anything positive, and my false story would burst like Dulcinea of Tabos's thong under Montmartre.
But I'm well-versed in all things carrion; I've seen enough at the cattle cemeteries and on TV.
And I've also noticed that when you like a girl but don't have much money for love, it's more effective to pretend you were wounded in the imperialist battles under the Order, and you can get a one-time humanitarian aid package. In every woman, there's a nurse who lives to boost her self-esteem.
Backwoods, Well, thank God, I'm at an age where I can afford not to stick the stamp on too much; it doesn't discredit my stoic character in any way.
When the chimes chime, you'll have a new story to tell.
"2:0" )), the accountant Vasya turned on the little gray cardinal.