Mamzeli on the forum

The fussy Nicolas Sarkozy and the impressive Jean -Claude Junker probably feel the gifted mentors of a strange pimple undergrowth, who tortured adults with their ridiculous tricks - a running around the forest with a gateway, with a stifle in the lake behind the old service, what the mother gave birth to a quarter of the frogs, which threatens to go into the crippled neighboring neighboring cats. Adults have already deprived the undergrowth of sweets, then even kicked it out from the table, after which he rolled a terrible hysteria, refused their food and defiantly chews unripe apples torn on a neighboring tree, calling all this sourness “import substitution”. Shalopay looks worse, his eyes run, his legs twitch, his hands draw something remotely reminiscent of a globe - however, all such undergrowths have a temptation to draw a globe. But he is clearly uneasy, apples rumble in his stomach, his head buzzes with tension - and then they appear. Two Mamzeli.

Mamzelki are sure that Shalopai understood everything that he wants to get out of the situation, which he drove himself into, but, like any difficult teenager, wants to go hard to then demonstrate to fans an untouched by a rod torso. They assure the Shalopay that they are on the board, no Nicolas and Jean-Claude, but Kolya and Vanya, they will not advise bad, Mon Ami. Kolya generally advises the patient to meet the first, just eat to get rid of the rumbling in the stomach caused by many months of consumption of all nasty things. Vanya is wider, but also softer. It does not have Parisian stiffness, in it the thoroughness of the wealthy burgher, expecting that the educated person would cry on a wide chest, and he will favorably stroke him on his bald head. Leave the frogs alone, wash yourself, brush your teeth from rot, whose arms from the blood - and step into the living room.

But Shalopay, it seems, does not think to repent. If our heroes would be specialists in Russian classical literature, they would know that in the final of all such stories, the undergrowth either shoots at Mamzel or shoots himself. And they wouldn’t come in any way.

Our hero is sure that Mamzeli arrived to stand on his knees. What they already understood: without it, the living room is not a living room, dinner is not dinner, the house is not a house. And if they have not yet understood, then in the next chapter he will set this home, he disappeared. He has no doubt that they should cancel all punishments and ask for forgiveness. That it is bad for them when he cuts toads and eats green apples. And he is good. And the runaway with Vanya around the dirty hemp, declared by him in the hungry insanity of the royal throne, only convinces him that he does everything right. Soon the rest of the mamzel will pull up with an apology and gifts.

Mamzeli will leave the mysterious Petersburg in amazement. Shooted sparrows, they will not even think that the under -road, along with a flock of the same plague, ragged boys with stolen Vasron Konstantins on dirty wrists, does not understand what is happening around him. They will be convinced that he knows something that he is still unknown and unknown - and therefore smiles so mysteriously and confidently.

And they will devote all the coming months to their favorite occupation of the bourgeois mamzel - unraveling the Russian military secret, which, as you know, is not in sight. And there is a belief that the stump is a throne, the confidence of the kid, that the leader will make a miracle, and the joyful smiles of the yard, admiring the removal of a broken gang. And no calling Mamzel will be able to explain to all this fun company accomplices why it is better to miss the Lord’s house than to hooligan in the neighborhood.