response. Hey, what a blasted day it is today? Check all the jails, he might have been caught in a raid. Report in the morning. I'm going up there. Such things are going on, you wouldn't believe. Actually the story goes like this. - Sanya, may I tell them? - Go for it. We smoked such a slope once. And suddenly there's alarm, we are being lined up on the parade-ground. And Sanya is on the verge of bursting out laughing. That was your first time, wasn't it? Hey, green hemp, it's bloody strong. So, we're standing, he's doing his best to restrain himself. And here comes the general, his cheeks on his shoulder straps. Red like his stripes. So, he stops right near Sanya and like a real father he looks and says: "So, son, how's your service going?" And this chap answers: "One joint, two joints and the border is locked, general, Sir". Hey, stop the row! Brother why are you shouting? Can't you ask politely? You're kidding, aren't you? I swear. One joint. To joints, and it's locked... So what? So what? What's that block? I don't know. And you should know, Volodenka. Are you a cop or what? Why the hell am I feeding you? Guys, have a heart. Let people have a nap. Right, quiet, quiet. Excuse us, father. We respect the age. All right, let's sleep. One joint, two joints, and in the guardhouse you're again. Father, no more questions. My wife's giving birth to my son and I'm in jail. The subscriber's phone is switched off or out of the coverage. Please try again later. We discussed the opportunity to stay in the dungeon till the White House defenders leave the grounds, whish is to stay hostages. I couldn't interfere with the events as my hands were bound. Later I managed to start a discussion... May I? Good morning, Igor Yurievich. No snacks after the first one? Don't be insolent. What's up? We found him. In Boutyrka. Really? Is he alive? Looks not bad, SWAT guys pressed him a little. That's all right will heal up soon. Fine, go home, have a sleep. Speaking of how I managed to get out of the dungeons - it was relatively easy, it just took three hours after I promised... seriously,to give on-air time to defenders' headquarters leaders on "Echo of Moscow", and as a whole,the night near the White House was serene enough. Well, Sanya, - this is not the guardhouse. - Sanya, I don't understand, why they let us out? Thanks God they did at all. Brothers, I don't understand - taking into jail with no charge, pushing out before dawn. Hey, you don't shout. They just thought why should they keep these good chaps here, - and they let us out. - Hey, there should be some apologies? Hello, hello! Katya! Where the hell have you been? We've been out of mind. What do you mean stop shouting? Call Mother immediately, she's half mad already. Everything's fine. Hey, stop shouting. Yeah, he was born. So pretty a baby. Seven pounds. Yeah, she's fine, your Olya, just fine. Milk is pouring over. Hey, so I congratulate you, daddy. Hi, fellows! People, I have a son. Olechka, it's time to feed, Olya! So, why are you stuck? Let's go. Everybody to your cars! In Samurai's family a daughter is damnation. And what is a son? A gift. Too bad, he was born on Monday. Don't speak bad of Monday. Monday is a good day. It's my town's name. You know, Bek, it looks like we didn't spend the night here in vain, I remember that block. You're a good man. Hello! That's for me. Yeh, mom, everything's fine, it's OK. I'll call you back later. Volodia, to the hospital now, please. Cosmos, give a call to the office, tell them to tidy it up there. Fara I can't believe it. Hey, what are you waving? What are you waving bloody hell. I'm going to my son. Come on, Volodia, turn it, we'll drive another way. Well, shut up now! Ctojat! Ctojat! Bхctpee. Hey, watch it, he'll fire, he's crazy. - Sanya, what are you... - Why are you shouting at me? Come on, ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Князь Игорь на английском - текст Кто подставил Кролика Роджера на английском - текст Начало на английском - текст Идиот на английском - текст Кукушка на английском |