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    <title>сегодня</title>
    <published>2009-09-25T11:20:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">кто знает как можно издать lulu.com.не найду как отправить файл.да и вообще с кем договариваться.везде толь ко сылки. непонятно</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:81685</id>
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    <title>破壞古物</title>
    <published>2009-07-29T06:27:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-29T06:27:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">破壞古物 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在幾天內把一個時期，在密集的金中國古代的歌頌Confusii ，不那麼安全。 &lt;br /&gt; 古代理解法律的混亂。這是當時даосский僧人創造了基地的戰鬥藝術tanzisiun Это有時候阿萊夫打開劃掉章節和空虛的空間。肉店內削減肉類百年一個不磨刀。古代智者中出現的時間和消失。這並不令人吃驚人。人民的機構的能源，對渠道和коллатариям飛，他們檢查了clairvoyants醫生。傳說黃帝煥娣魅力數以百萬計的婦女，沒有投下了種子，並寫內部。然後是明確的。兒童尊敬老人，皇帝是明智的，公民，是禮貌和禮貌。 &lt;br /&gt; 智者創造了本書的變化。它反映了現在和未來，在這名男子的女性寫了多份無限期，它代表了設備的世界八卦， pentagrams 。這也是卡的世界。它的模型已建造古物極少數人以驚喜。 &lt;br /&gt; 是的，這已建造的年輕男子的時間。海關在那些日子裡沒有得到44.91一次的已婚婦女，妓女沒有。人們結婚的愛情。愛情是唯一的聖禮是財產的遠見。這個年輕人決定採取命運的手中。這種普遍的秩序是可能的干預，打破只有秩序混亂的宇宙。它建造了一個迷宮pentagrams 。它的女孩結婚。還決定檢查部隊的愛。在出現在20年裡，它已經吸引了妻子。這是誰的年輕男子已經改變衣服。妻子增長歲。但是，它的經驗教訓，並已承認本身。有人認為，第一，打破了歲中國。 &lt;br /&gt; 自那時以來的混亂開幕一切，消失了。在古代被摧毀。也代表考古學價值。但是，古代寫論文Confusia ，已經消失了。 &lt;br /&gt;  批准，該粘土士兵一起埋葬皇帝，它最有可能的軍隊在太空中遊蕩了睡著的運動，因為侵權的工作機制的空間，由於干預的年輕男子。士兵打開clao在通過地面。也許，地面沒有理由，這空間的空氣。沒有人會進行核准，他們所去的地方，該機制的裝置的宇宙，因為干預的年輕男子是多少打破。官方的歷史，有多少是小學？它廢料的史冊書面歷史學家。而且歷史學家並不否認存在Confusia 。但是，如果是Confusia ，也有人說，古代與它運作。歷史上在本月底類似古代歷史的結束特洛伊。都是因為女人。 Chineses是更加務實，他們竊取婦女本身。世界憑藉不允許他們降低多達吝嗇的歐洲文化。&lt;br /&gt; &amp;gt;  поменять&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;br /&gt; 	Предложить лучший вариант пере</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:81573</id>
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    <title>言葉。</title>
    <published>2009-07-29T06:18:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">言葉。 &lt;br /&gt;   真の剣の完全マスターの地面には、されませんでしたMiomoto Mycasiいる。その栄光の国Jamotoの限界をはるかに強化してきた、それは最大の巨匠の栄光の影が薄くなったセレスティアルしている。 budhiharmaさえも、それを認識し、その精神的、物理的な練習で、このマスター不可解トップに達している生きている。何百もの著名な武士は、数えきれないизошренных戦争では、葉の破損を緩和するとのへんぽんたる刃の下に命を失った。と精神の分野での開放は、夜明けの先頭"禅"とマークしている。 &lt;br /&gt;   ここに、このマスターには、若い武士の詩人だった。儀式に挨拶をしてから対処している： "については、センセイは、世界の8つの地域で軍事的な芸術や人間の精神の偉大な知識の限界にいる人の多くの専門家の知識をすることはできません。若い-尊厳、話す、ここで私は人生を捧げている芸術のトップ。 "明らかにマスターしているわずかに笑みを浮かべ、それは簡単な悲しみ後に撮影したが、何かには、詩人prohonour求めている。若い侍は、独自の強力な将軍の息子は、体を震わせて自分自身を押収したが、タンクの中で最も成功しているのを読んでから江戸芸者の頭を失った王女と混同された。センセイ黙って聞いていると、頭が揺れている。また、若い生徒で、探しているしている： "あなたの詩は、春の小川の罰金ですが、海、および無限大を取得できません。 "詩人、それを理解していると回答している。 10年に国の詩人Jamotoと天上と大しけギリシアでフォームを研究するために費やしている。また、ボトムズFerdusi詩を勉強していると、すべての知識を収集したことは、巨大な詩を作成している。この詩は、英雄旅行、愛と憎しみ、生と死、戦争と平和、天国と地獄は、父親と息子、罪と罰、トップとの隔たり含まれています。そして、 Miomotoの前に登場しているときに作業している、マスターfrownedしていると発表している、それがそのコマンドを実行している。しかし、達成されたのは、それを切り捨てる必要があります。数年前には、詩人にも再び左れました。それは詩の可能性はどのくらいの意味であり、保管しているにもそれはまだкращеしている。詩人の気持ちをもっと強く音を離れての開催は、割れ目。詩人実施しているすべてのマスターこれに。 Miomotoほんの少しだけ見ていると発表している： "も短くなっています。 " &lt;br /&gt;   詩人、マスタフックを希望する1つのラインをもたらしています。とMiomoto 、すべてでいるが、すぐに書いていますが、さらに混乱されていない。急に反映して、詩人は、愚者かどうかは、マスター。軽蔑するかどうかを表現しています。また、最後の時間は、詩的想像力は緊張している。パンチには芸術の無限大、小の猶予の実施例を探し努めた。最初は、動きが見つかりませんでした。しかし、突然それは、喜び、気づいているように、何か異常な予感がいっぱいになります。これは、ダオそれを見下すような態度を理解した。これは、検索した単語、フォームを発見した。すでに、耳の音楽を、と聞いて目の塗料を見たのは、味が口の中で感じた。 &lt;br /&gt;   これは、マスターを実行している。 Мастур 、サポートは、戦いの剣から削除すると、本当の友達とのトラブルと栄光の同僚と、にっこりしているが有効になって、東、膝上の村。スパークリングの刃をゆっくりと胃に、まだ簡単に移動、 Jamotoに入っている国は、新しいマスターを受けています。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;gt;  поменять&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;br /&gt; 	Предложить л</content>
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    <title>Female soccer team.</title>
    <published>2009-07-21T16:03:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-21T16:03:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Female soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;  Female soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;  Our city is small and far from greater cities. The unique ornament of ours is a female soccer team .Не that what men of our city are less capable in sports most likely the competition in these sports at men more rigid can and demands unimaginable heights of skill. Whereas women have mastered these sports more recently. Anyhow but it does not appease our love to our female command We watch successes of our command. Its achievements become our achievements. We roughly discuss sitting in cafe and parks of our city we predict the future victories. Each of members of a command becomes the person in our eyes. We would like to learn much of private life woman-footballer. Gossips extend in our city and though as that satisfy our curiosity .Но mostly these are fictions. Members of a female command diligent woman-sportsnan they themselves give all to football even it is possible to tell burn in trainings and preparation for competitions. They do not disappoint our expectations. Under rough delight of all city they bring the next victory. Our city is very grateful to a command woman-footballer. Otherwise than we could splash out the emotions .Always we diligent workers we work and we create material assets. Our calmness is got for a long time and connected by a long life of our city. We cannot break rest of our city to shame its respectableness. The female soccer team that only thing that excites us. Sitting in stadium we run into short-term madness. We forget about that that during centuries we clean also mine our city and we go on quay in celebratory clothes all family in the evenings. We are attacked with some turbidity. We shout and we whistle we publish a lot of noise we become unlike ourselves. The command knows about ours to it attachments and does not disappoint us. It arranges performance on a floor. And they submit balls carelessly as though unwillingly showing the superiority over a command of visitors. And when the account goes equal or they lose show for selflessness and even I would tell heroism and win at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;  The city was flown with news members of a female command send all at a time in marriage. It has guarded city dwellers. Whether besides as soon as we have started to get used to news we have learned that all of them are pregnant we Can to dare lose such symbol of city .We could to suffer a small break in destiny of a command But pregnancy interrupts trainings and an opportunity to return to the form. Therefore we have decided create stadium in which pregnant women woman-footballer our favourite command .We fields the figures of people pumped up by easy gas .They scatter on all field could to train have placed inside. The pregnant woman woman-sportsnan can grasp in case of falling a figure and be kept. It even can fall to a figure a figure will soften falling .Так training they will not lose the form and after safely having resolved from burden with ease will please us with new victories. We in the evenings gather in stadium to look on trainings of a favourite command Us does not confuse that that woman-sportsnan collide with figures more often than we would like for that. Moreover it seems that figures prevent to play it. But we know that safety more important. Though now there are no loud grandiose victories. We have learned to derive pleasure from contemplation of running pregnant women .Though I think that in this pleasure expectation of the future victories is added. But we speak that our feelings are disinterested and even we trust in it .We wait for the prompt sanction.</content>
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    <title>The literature</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T12:16:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The inteiiecual writer dusimbiev</content>
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    <title>the world consortium</title>
    <published>2009-03-08T17:16:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-08T17:16:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The world consortium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Construction of a gas main by the world consortium. A gas main it has been decided to construct under the scheme пентограмм. The device of a gas main should personify the Universe. In the center there should be a main latch. In пентограмме it corresponds to rotation man's and female has begun. Further a pipe beams depart from the center. Beams incorporate among themselves by a principle of points and sticks, corresponding to the man's and female beginnings in пентограмме. Man's has begun-it current of gas from the right beam of the pipeline in the left beam. Female on the contrary. Uncountable beams and pipelines are connected by latches which provide overlapping latches in case of force majeure arising on those or this site of the pipeline. Revolutions, wars, terrorism do a site of the pipeline useless and disabled. Man's and female pipelines by overlapping latches will deliver gas for limits of the site, subjected force majeure. Except for that eventually pipes rust, become unfit for use, there is a necessity for replacement. Uncountable workers continuously repair sites of a gas main. Welders are born, mature and once sowing on a pipe never from it climb down. Only, having reached the end of a life, they slide off a pipe and fly to the center of the ground to the main latch and рассыпаются and not having reached.&lt;br /&gt;    One of problems of a consortium-it the rest of gas in pipelines during occurrence of force majeure or failure in pipelines. These losses cause losses of pressure on significant sites пентограммы. On it the decision has been thought up by a consortium. Powerful pumping over pumps скачивали or докачивали gas in these sites.&lt;br /&gt;     The Universe of gas exists stable many years. There were schools which approve, that the main latch does not exist. Gas in system does not replenish. The system works on once закачанном gas. And soon it will be settled. On what the consortium answers, that for last hundred years is not noticed significant pressure drop. There were the extreme parachuters, ready to fall to the center of the ground and to prove existence of the main latch. One of sceptics and adherents of a doomsday approves, that explosion of all system is possible. But this statement is false, the circuit of latches does it impossible, the proof to that a finding of many sites in a zone of operations. Schools which wish to construct the arithmetic scheme of system are born. But this useless employment. Nobody knows, how many repairs were made in system, how many circles the system has. In fact many repairs were made without removal of old pipes. Truly only that at construction the principle man's was considered and female has begun. One scientist approves, that the consortium was mistaken, having constructed system by a principle пентограмм, it is irrational, because it is impossible объять its reason. It became infinite as the Universe. Means, we do not operate system, and the system operates us. This statement frightens us, we have got used to trust system. One of ancient старцев is spoken, that by it первостроевец, approves, that quite can объять system. In fact it built its part, knowing well a part, it is enough to increase on many. But wars and revolutions have transformed a part of pipes into the dwellings and underground courses. One it does бессиысленным the statement of the trailblazer. Recently arisen current « Айда to the main latch! » Has turned all society. Children led by the teacher, having taken breakfast, wander on a labyrinth of pipes. Employment useless. Many pipes leave downwards, would be ridiculous to approve, that they originate at the main latch. Then main latches would be much. And it destroys concept of the main latch. Officially the consortium does not deny and does not approve existence of the main latch. Certainly it is. In ancient newspapers in several places it is written about shock installation of the main latch. But it could be main for any site. Except for that in construction participated a lot of concluded .Они could play a trick quite on spirit of the зоновских laws both pretend young ударниками and approve, that they have established the main latch. To check up it it is very difficult. Prisoners very much скрытные also live the community and seldom give out details. One of economists has put forward a hypothesis, that gas suitable to the main latch is infinite and has presented the calculations. It approves, that to us to worry there is nothing. Its calculations speak, that at construction of system the proved decision was accepted, that gas will be infinite. Otherwise construction would be economically нецелеобразно. Astrologists and magicians approve, that can guess and predict destiny under the scheme of system. For this purpose they have sent the whole expeditions for studying the central schemes. Routes of travel along pipes of system are opened. Speak, that it helps to relax and be released from stresses. These rounds are very popular. But we walk on pipes and without tourist guides. We trust, that system gas is infinite and infinite закачанный in it. We have got used to a labyrinth, lost rationality and turned in infinity.</content>
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    <title>The Actor with яйцевидной a head (cinematographer)</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T08:27:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The Actor with яйцевидной a head (cinematographer).&lt;br /&gt;   Be I the cinematographer, I would have a necessity in яйцеголовом the actor. Probably, through any time, after the spent efforts I would catch that actor. But shootings have not promoted on hardly. To all fault my haste from which I have gone on searches of such actor. Any who removes films, knows, that the sound script in the beginning is necessary. The script is not present. In fact in the beginning, when film reflected me, I have seen the character with яйцевидной a head, I have thought, that film is impossible owing to impossibility заиметь such actor. I have thoughtlessly rushed on searches of the actor.&lt;br /&gt;  Now I have the actor, it nervously waits, it thinks of how time wastes. I try to recollect actions of the character. In fact I saw paints, I saw movements of the character why I have not waited and have not made out it. Presently it is possible to get, everything. Why I have believed in hopelessness of search of the actor with яйцевидной a head. All beautiful picture has disappeared. The character with яйцевидной a head was beautiful not, and it was beautiful as a whole. Why I was confused with impossibility of such actor. It exists, it before me, it knows to itself(himself) the price, it was removed in few amateur films. It is professional, but whence my belief in its impossibility. Probably I have made out a beautiful picture from that party where there was this character. It is interesting what percent this character borrowed. Probably it would well be looked on a background of all my created pictures.&lt;br /&gt;     I am it at myself on a film studio the whole year. We almost раговариваем though often we drink tea behind one table. I pay to it days of shootings. Though shootings are not present. I wait a picture which will appear. And then the actor with яйцевидной a head at me will be near at hand. Sometimes it speaks, that not be connected with my shootings it would be removed in many films. Also can was a celebrity. Also would make the big success at women. It would carry on limousines, would participate at festivals, went on red paths and would receive prizes. To all a handicap I. I have connected its obligations and I am it here as captive. I speak, that I am not hold it. It speaks, certainly, you the cinematographer skilled and know how to make me well-known, but it would be desirable to see the script. I speak, the script is not present. That for the beginning you were necessary to me. No, not you, and an opportunity of your existence. I was pushed away from a running picture. I did not begin to remember it, did not begin to process it, in general to do all that would then be embodied in the script in a picture. Now I have it, but I do not see a picture. I hoped it to wait, but it does not come. Now hopes have terminated. You can freely go. I you am not insolent.&lt;br /&gt;    But why it does not leave, it lives on my money, it silently drinks with me tea. Leaves, when to it will like. In fact I have released this actor. Why it does not disappear in impossibility. Why it causes in me a regret about impossibility to catch the gone picture. The picture cost to be continuation of my last pictures and to be past for my future. It was in style of my works. From it there was only this яйцеголовый the actor full of insults and claims to me. How much long my failure will be material. It has told, that will wait for occurrence of a picture. It speaks, that to you, to successful cinematographers, maybe, it is a trifle. But for it this film chance to leave from безвестности.и not its fault, that I have lost a picture. It is necessary to it. I speak it, that even if film will be successful, on it not at once посыпятся invitations from large film studioes. Even, if to accept, that film was successful, it is improbable, that cinematographers will solve, that it will be successful in their films. Besides film can be unsuccessful. Such too it is possible. But even, if will solve, that film was successful, but can solve, that the success was pure from внешных its data, instead of from its good game. Probably, all will develop successfully and you will invite in the most known film studioes and will give insignificant roles and to pay stable fees. But all the same you will not take for a role of heroes-lovers which would promise to you greater money and glory about which you so brightly represented. It is silent, it goes on a film studio. It is silent more. Probably, it will recollect a picture which to me never to recollect.</content>
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    <title>артист с яйцевидной головой кинематографист</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T08:21:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T08:21:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Артист с яйцевидной головой(кинематографист).&lt;br /&gt;   Будь я кинематографистом ,у меня возникла бы необходимость в яйцеголовом артисте.Возможно,через какое-то время,после потраченных усилий я заполучил бы того артиста.Но съемки не продвинулись ни на чуть.Всему виной моя поспешность,с которой я отправился на поиски такого артиста.Любой,кто снимает фильмы,знает,что вначале нужен добротный сценарий.Сценария нет.Ведь вначале,когда задумывался мной фильм,я увидел персонажа с яйцевидной головой,я подумал,что фильм невозможен по причине невозможности заиметь такого артиста.Я легкомысленно бросился на поиски артиста.&lt;br /&gt;  Теперь я имею артиста,он нервно ждет,он думает о том,как теряет свое время. Пытаюсь вспомнить действия персонажа.Ведь я видел краски,я видел движения персонажа,почему я не подождал и не разглядел его.В наше время можно достать,что угодно.Почему я поверил в безнадежность поиска артиста с яйцевидной головой.Вся красивая картина исчезла.Красив был не персонаж с яйцевидной головой,а было красиво в целом.Почему меня смутила невозможность такого артиста.Он существует,он передо мной,он знает себе цену,он снялся в немногих любительских фильмах.Он профессионален,но откуда мое убеждение в его невозможности.Возможно я разглядел красивую картину с той стороны,где был этот персонаж. Интересно какой процент занимал этот персонаж.Возможно он хорошо смотрелся бы на фоне всех моих созданных картин.&lt;br /&gt;     Я держу его у себя  на киностудии целый год.Мы почти не раговариваем,хотя часто пьем чай за одним столом.Я оплачиваю ему дни съемок.Хотя съемок нет.Я жду картину,которая появится.И тогда артист с яйцевидной головой у меня будет под рукой.Иногда он говорит,что не будь связан с моими съемками,то снялся бы во многих фильмах.И может был бы знаменитостью.И имел бы большой успех у женщин.Его возили бы  на лимузинах,участвовал бы на фестивалях,ходил по красным дорожкам и получал бы призы.Всему помеха я.Я связал его обязательствами и держу его здесь как пленника.Я говорю,что не держу его.Он говорит,конечно,вы кинематографист опытный и знаете,как  сделать меня знаменитым,но хотелось бы увидеть сценарий.Я говорю,сценария нет.Что для начала мне нужны были вы.Нет,не вы,а возможность вашего существования.Я отпихнулся от наплывающей картины.Я не стал ее запоминать,не стал ее обрабатывать,вообще делать все то,что потом воплотилось бы в сценарии в картину.Теперь я имею его,но не вижу картину.Я надеялся ее дождаться,но она не приходит.Теперь надежды кончились.Вы свободно можете идти. Я вас не держу.&lt;br /&gt;    Но почему он не уходит,он живет на мои деньги,он молча пьет со мной чай. Уходит,когда ему заблагорассудится.Ведь я освободил этого артиста.Почему он не исчезает в невозможность.Почему он вызывает у меня сожаление о невозможности поймать пропавшую картину.Картина стоила того,чтобы быть продолжением моих прошлых картин и быть прошлым для моих будущих.Она была  в стиле моих работ.От нее остался лишь этот яйцеголовый артист,полный обид и претензий ко мне.Насколько долго моя неудача будет материальной.Он сказал,что будет ждать появления  картины.Он говорит,что вам ,успешным кинематографистам,может быть,это пустяк.Но для него этот фильм шанс выйти из безвестности.и не его вина,что я потерял картину.Она нужна ему.Я говорю ему,что даже если фильм будет успешным,на него не сразу посыпятся приглашения от крупных киностудий.Даже,если принять,что фильм был успешным,маловероятно,что кинематографисты решат,что он будет успешен в их фильмах.Кроме того,фильм может быть неудачным.Такое тоже возможно.Но даже,если решат,что фильм был успешным,но могут решить,что успех был чисто от внешных его данных,а не от его хорошей игры.Возможно,все сложится удачно и вас будут приглашать в самые известные киностудии и будут давать незначительные роли и платить стабильные гонорары.Но все равно вас не возьмут на роль героев-любовников,которые посулили бы вам большие деньги и славу ,о которых вы так ярко представляли.Он молчит,он ходит по киностудии.Он больше молчит.Возможно,он вспомнит картину,которую мне никогда не вспомнить.</content>
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    <title>  Building.</title>
    <published>2008-11-03T16:00:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-03T16:00:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Building.&lt;br /&gt;   Our experience of knowledge of this room is insignificant. It generates guesses, legends about this room. We wander on a building, knowing about attractive force of this room. More truly, we know about contents of this room. We even approach contents to this room. But nevertheless that occurs that we present to this room, above our understanding.&lt;br /&gt;     I even had experience and that knowledge, that in this room when yet was not the inhabitant of this building. But that experience was experience of the stranger. This experience is difficult for presenting me, being inside of a building. Restraint of memoirs costs to me of huge efforts. These memoirs are pernicious for me and lodgers of a building.&lt;br /&gt;     Is and serving this buildings, they are fearless, and their fears of lodgers do not concern, they never will turn in subjects of this room, more truly, it will not occur soon.&lt;br /&gt;     My walks on a corridor far from this room. I know, that at approach the probability to get a subject which I should approach to this room grows. I not it did time. A cold of these subjects and suspicions do our fears more strongly even if we have opened coverings and have seen a subject.&lt;br /&gt;     Especially courageous lodgers approve, that these subjects in that room are exposed to disassembly. But nobody wishes to present it. Even the one who speaks, it does not represent. It throws these words, they turn to a snow and fall down on a floor. Nobody looks at a floor and does not attack this snow, only cleaners clean them then. &lt;br /&gt;     I know these buildings, I left them, but I can not be proud of it in any way. Each time I is assured, I would like to be such as attendants of this building or again to become strangers.&lt;br /&gt;      The building has above us authority and we instinctively get off in heaps to resist to weight of walls.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:79735</id>
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    <title>Returning.</title>
    <published>2008-10-19T16:46:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-19T16:46:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Returning.&lt;br /&gt;         I have returned to the village. It is deserted. Houses greater, are made in the cubic form of white river sand.&lt;br /&gt;          Having passed half of village, I have seen the leaving old man. It has learned me. After a greeting has taken for a hand.&lt;br /&gt;         I have told to it, that the village is deserted. At home greater. It has told, that it so. I have told, that now sand road; it has told, that it is valid so, and has led me on top of sandy storehouses.&lt;br /&gt;           We have sat down on a hill. It spoke, that is not clear whence now youth takes money. In fact sand very dear. They build houses of sand almost about a palace. I have asked, whether they in sand any add connecting substance. It speaks, that is not present, simply sand is stamped. I speak, what in fact sand is blown off and flies. It speaks, that sand-not the best material. It flies from here from storehouse. I speak, that I do not understand logic of this construction. The grandfather speaks, as itself does not understand logic. But the youth builds.&lt;br /&gt;       My fleeting мысль:построить such house. No, me to not master, at this youth it is so much energy, it is important more energy of destruction of a wind. I cannot.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>betman</title>
    <published>2008-10-13T14:37:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-13T14:37:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Бетман.&lt;br /&gt;       I help this girl, it the teacher at school to move school desks. I work in other place. The hobby is íÑÔ¼á¡-is simple. Expenditure of time for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;       I know, that the girl should kill or steal, it is not important, that is not important also whence I it I know. These are details of my hobby. My hobby does not mean flirtation. And the girl is not beautiful. The head mistress for a long time has got used to me, I help some years.&lt;br /&gt;       This my first task which I wish to solve as бетман. Will angrily by all means come to pass. My abilities of the superhero have been perfected for a long time, since then I did not check them. To me laziness it to do. Work, which feeds me, and the help to school, by which I am compelled to do to protect a victim, me tire. I start to suspect, that I have grown fat and hardly I will be sustained with a cord from which I rushed on skyscrapers. Yes there were skyscrapers I any more remember. I already for a long time have started to penetrate in свары teachers. My diligence to avoid them any more does not give success. Insults they force to accept someone's party. Yes a victim any more церемонится with me. It borrowing the lowest hierarchy in the teacher's environment, wishes to form one more ladder and to place me there.&lt;br /&gt;       I think, that when it will attack, I shall not begin to rescue it. More I shall receive pleasures from this punishment. But angrily dozes. Can it is not present in general. My hobby to me already in burden. But I am already old, it is difficult to me to think up other hobby. I remember, that for a long time somehow represented, that this hobby will give to me pleasure. I try to recollect it. But anything. All has expired. Sometimes I see people who learn me in the street. Then somebody will shout: « Yes in fact same Бетман! » The crowd of gapers gathers, they examine me, тараща eyes. Then they look upward. I swing a head. They miss. Then I start to think, the need for me has not run low. Fault of that I was not engaged, является.потеря an absolute harm. Absolute it is angrily pacified by the law and sits in prisons. Malicious to me it is not accessible. The law works. And in fact there were times. When bullets flied clouds. I added the in this flight. Though I think, that business not in absence of laws. And in том.чтобы them accepted. In the certain conditions to weight of people the death becomes smaller trouble, than a life. Angrily distributes death, itself not appreciating the life. My calling бетмана to return to a harm death. It does not solve a problem, but is looked beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;       I think, that the teacher will die a natural death, and I tired, shall retire.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:79193</id>
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    <title>Study.</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T12:57:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T12:57:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Study.&lt;br /&gt;     Necessity to study in the city of K. Buses depart from station, it is difficult to me to find the bus on which I could reach the city of K. &lt;br /&gt;     I ask the bald thin person in glasses as me to reach to the city of K. It very much hastens, it should sit down on the bus. It shows on the small bus. It speaks, that this bus reaches city in high breadth, therefrom I can go on the east up to the city of K.&lt;br /&gt;     I recollect, that up to the city of K I went earlier from cities of average breadth. It speaks, that it was possible earlier, but now there precisely send from cities of high breadth. In it there can not be doubts. It pushs me into the easy bus which already sends.&lt;br /&gt;     I sit down on a seat, the bus goes, around inhabitants from cities of high northern breadthes sit. They and earlier came to fish in our edges. But then they went in trains, how many they have frozen in stations, has blown up and has charred in boiler-houses and remains frozen in coastal canes.&lt;br /&gt;     With it have now allocated buses, they take them directly in northern cities. I thought, that these buses will be greater. These routes were much advertised. Buses have appeared small and warm. But that cold which begins at approach cities of average breadthes, brings to nothing this advantage.&lt;br /&gt;     Inhabitants of northern breadthes are dressed in warm wadded trousers, valenoks, дубленки and fur варежки and continuously drink vodka. I know, how it warmly and cosy now. I carried once in army such clothes at colds to seventy degrees close to a minus. Necessity to study has not allowed me so to put on. I am dressed in a jacket, trousers, boots. All clothes my winter. But it does not rescue me in these colds.&lt;br /&gt;     The bus stops, passengers leave to be wetted. But why I have not left at once. In fact to me it is more necessary, than to it. I leave, to me is colder and besides when still the bus will stop. The bus will specially not stop for me. As it would be good to lay now in warm clothes and to drink vodka, warming itself from within. But vodka without warm clothes will not add a cosiness.&lt;br /&gt;    Through some distance from city of average breadth the strip of a glacier begins. Northern cities lay in glaciers. I do not represent, as they live there. Me frightens, that will be, if this small bus will break. How to survive to me in easy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;    I am more and more convinced, that my desire to study-adventure. In northern cities, I think, that their life is concentrated inside their houses. Their meal is a fish who is caught by them in our edges and then come back in the houses and are locked in them to be rescueed from a cold. But if in the city of K it is necessary to reach, having started up on the east at a level of city of high breadth, the city of K means is at the same breadth. The glacier goes in parallel breadth on the east, it seems to me more close to the east, goes even to the south, in fact there there is a third pole Tibet. The city of K means is on a glacier. The cold in the city of K more considerably, than a cold which I test now means. As I shall study, if I should struggle with a cold. As I represent the life in the city of K.Ucheba and a place of my residence, overcoming of this distance., lifeless from a terrible cold. My formation will be short: month an one and a half. But I think in a terrible frost month year will follow.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:79101</id>
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    <title> Dust.</title>
    <published>2008-05-25T12:02:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-25T12:02:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dust.&lt;br /&gt;     The abundance of our rockets causes in us despondency. We cannot put things in order somehow in their site. But we have got used to them, they a part of our landscape. Nobody speaks about their full destruction. But anybody does not doubt of necessity for putting in order. Having a rest, leaving for city, quite could to burn down in the places established and allocated for it rockets. But rockets roll there and here, sometimes they become the reason of cuts on legs of small children. It is difficult to them to distinguish combat missiles of a class "air-air" from a rolling windfallen trees.&lt;br /&gt;     Rockets take the important place in our society. There are technologies which allow to use rockets as a building material in construction жильяв, in безлесовых districts they could be used as an artificial wood. But all this demands money and investments.&lt;br /&gt;     Most of all inhabitants of villages have succeeded in use. Срубы wells, hunting сторожки-it a part of a rural landscape. But to build houses of rockets in village it is considered an attribute of poverty. Bearing planes of rockets give ugliness to houses. Probably, we should think up the new use to our rockets. Probably, it is necessary to return protogenic shape to the nature. But whether we shall lose charm which has got to us from the previous generation.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:78821</id>
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    <title>атаман</title>
    <published>2008-05-21T13:36:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-21T13:36:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Атаман.&lt;br /&gt;   Я проснулся в этом пограничном городе.Я не нахожу документов,с которыми я должен работать.Пропажа документов не самая большая беда для меня.Эти документы придуманы и составлены мной.Меня берет досада,что мне придется потратить очень много времени,чтобы их восстановить.Вчера ночью я очень много работал,и все документы были оставлены на столе.Я отлично помню,что их не убирал.Отсутствует и старуха,хозяйка дома.Я хотел бы у нее спросить о документах.&lt;br /&gt;   Вот вваливаются огромные мрачные разбойники,их атаман небольшого роста и довольно стар.Разбойники неуправляемы.Интересно,имеет ли над ними какую-нибудь власть атаман.Разбойники ведут себя развязанно,роются в моих вещах.Я кричу старухе,которая зашла с ними: «Кто их пустил?»Я требую от нее отчет.&lt;br /&gt;   Атаман говорит,что старуха его человек.Она сообщила о секретных документах их города,которые валялись на столе.Атаман не позволит всяким шпионам свободно разгуливать в их городе.Атаман кричит,разбойники остановились,они присмирели.Должно быть их маленький атаман имеет над ними большую власть,чем я предполагал.&lt;br /&gt;     Я говорю им,что я чиновник,присланный из далеких краев.Я нанят их городом,чтоб работать с этими документами.Будь они даже сверхсекретными на земле,я должен с ними работать.И даже я их создатель.Они говорят,хотя город кажется не охраняемым,но они начеку,каждый житель докладывает о появлении и передвижении шпионов.&lt;br /&gt;    Я говорю им,что городом я занимался до прибытия сюда.Многое из того,что построено здесь и то что им кажется секретным,возведено по моему плану.Моя работа-это обычная работа с секретными документами.Их город дал мне эту квартиру.И за что-либо должен отвечать их город.Кроме того я должен обладать личной свободой.Я работаю,я составил документы и теперь должен покинуть город.&lt;br /&gt;     Разбойники непреклонны.Они закрыли дом.Должно быть мое пребывание в этом городе неопределенно долго.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:78387</id>
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    <title>сегодня</title>
    <published>2008-05-21T13:13:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-21T13:13:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">просто</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:78145</id>
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    <title>сегодня</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T13:33:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T13:33:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">хотелось перевести свои рассказы на европейские языки и выставить на каком нибудь  объемном сайте .   не подскажете такие   сайты</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:77985</id>
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    <title>ищу издателя</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T09:10:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T09:10:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ищу издателя интеллектуальной нерелитичной художественой прозы .Мои адрес   dusimbiev@bk.ru. Объем 70000 знаков.Произведения  В журнале  самоиздат  &lt;a href="http://zhurnal.lib.ru/edutors/d/djusimbiew_g_h/"&gt;http://zhurnal.lib.ru/edutors/d/djusimbiew_g_h/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:77748</id>
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    <title>Moving vaults.</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T09:57:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T09:57:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Moving vaults.&lt;br /&gt;     Our tribes long since were considered underground. We find the livelihood under the ground. We dig courses, we live under the ground. Here it is dry enough and warmly. We eat roots and root crops which we find in courses close to a surface. It is safe enough. So our ancestors considered also. But spiteful next tribes have found a way and have grasped our ancestors and have turned into slavery. Our ancestors did the same, but should feed still the misters.&lt;br /&gt;     Probably, it last long enough. Legends suffer one недостатком:они not хроникальны. But one of our ancestors managed to rescue a tribe from slavery-it has equipped a stone plate with a sail. The plate has come to movement, under a plate our tribe has escaped from the owners.&lt;br /&gt;     Now our tribe constantly moves under the ground. We are always covered from enemies by a plate. Besides movement allows us to find new fertile, if so to say, places. We began to eat is better and we do not exhaust a place. Our legends surround with sanctity of our ancestor which has actuated a stone plate by means of a sail. We watch a sail, we change its fibres, it serves us of a century.</content>
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    <title>                        Conversation.</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T09:55:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T09:55:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Conversation.&lt;br /&gt;       The science has reached unprecedented heights in treatment of illnesses. In that family the daughter was ill. Treatment of this illness is impossible. Only there is one way to stop illness: to introduce DNA of plants. But then it cannot talk.&lt;br /&gt;       But I saw film of the Japanese director about the professor who talked to these patients. It spoke, that these people keep consciousness of people. But эо demands dialogue with these patients. They cannot answer, they understand attitudes of relatives. The professor approves, it is proved to them, it measures electric activity of impulses. They answer dialogue by activity of impulses. It is a unique opportunity to keep relatives.&lt;br /&gt;      The science is not necessary on a place. Technologies which patients very habitually will allow to communicate will be soon thought up. I think, it is necessary to trust the professor. In fact there are experiences on treatment sick of a cerebral paralysis by means of driving on лощади. To relatives who would like to keep the members, it is necessary to have patience. They should communicate. Let there is no return contact. But they should know, that inside of motionless patients there is a high-grade conscious life.</content>
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    <title>                                      Construction of the house.</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T09:54:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T09:54:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Construction of the house.&lt;br /&gt;     I have received the sanction to construction of the house. Construction of the house-very responsible problem. I have received the sanction to construction in small village. Here there are not enough inhabitants. My house will be on surburb. At an attack of robbers my house will undergo the first to storm. Inhabitants here are timid and small, to count on collective protection it is not necessary. I do not like this village, it is necessary to find other village.&lt;br /&gt;     Hardly there is a village more than this further. There inhabitants more, and houses in village are more sound. If I shall construct the house in this village, it will be more reliable.&lt;br /&gt;     We with the brother hardly can construct one, the worker is necessary to us. We find it in this village. It knows customs and traditions of this village, it is slow. It is necessary for us to build quickly enough, that and look robbers will appear suddenly. But it does not hasten. It approves, that the reputation of village is strong enough. Robbers respect with inhabitants of this village. They not time received repulse. In village for a long time are not afraid of robbers. With the brother it pleases us. Pleases us and that we have the skilled worker who knows about habits of robbers.&lt;br /&gt;       But we do not wish to be careless. We know how much severe there can be robbers. Besides still more not enough inhabitants of this village. Robbers can not recognize in us inhabitants of this village. In fact for long opposition robbers can know inhabitants to face. It will be difficult to us to approve in свом a residence. Therefore we hasten to construct strong high fences. We demand to clean long thick бруски around of the house. They can be used by robbers as тарана. The worker dissuades us. It knows them, all robbers. While it here, they will not be put. In fact it many times collided with them in fights, they remember it. The meeting with it good does not promise anything to them. But nevertheless I clean similar to shafts бруски. They very strong, they will punch any wooden door.&lt;br /&gt;     Now, when the house is constructed, we should look contact to inhabitants to achieve, that they have included us in collective protection.&lt;br /&gt;     The brother shouts and машет hands. It sees a vehicle which is coming nearer village. We run, throwing the house, to a ravine. The vehicle has approached on the house. There the official, it saw us and shouts, that we left. I speak the brother, that I have no enough sincere forces for conversation with the official. I ask the brother to go. It goes, but the official sees me, it speaks with me, instead of with the brother. It speaks, I spoke you, that it happens. Whether I spoke you. You did not wish to obey. Spoke. In fact now all has got out. Now I have caught you. You should be under construction in that village. Now do not wait from me for mercy. Now it is your end.&lt;br /&gt;   It is difficult to me to get out. I understand, I am how much painful погряз in infringement about construction. All my justifications are useless. I know this official for a long time, undersized, swarty with greater moustaches and a strong constitution. It always hunted for mistakes, this time to me to not evade.</content>
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    <title>station</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T09:52:31Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Station.&lt;br /&gt;     Seeing off the brother, I do not apply, that our attitudes are kept in that level what were in the childhood. But nevertheless much remains as before. We are very adhered to each other.&lt;br /&gt;    We stir, sitting on benches in a hall station. Our conversation means a little, it отвлеченна. Conversation serves only emphasizing our brotherly attachment each other.&lt;br /&gt;     I know, that it except for me should say goodbye to the mother-in-law. This area does not concern to me. Its these attachments have arisen later. I understand, that they as are necessary for it. I am discharged and I look at a floor. There the clay mixed with human эскрементами.&lt;br /&gt;    Probably, in greater cities stations look in another way. But here the station is arranged very conveniently. It is a room walled in an earthen embankment with one door, windows in it are not present. The station does not demand service. It keeps heat due to heat of the ground. Посторонние-непассажиры-use it, as a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;    Though the station is in a deserted place, it has no gloomy reputation. Пассжиры never were exposed нападениию gangsters and hooligans. Probably, it is caused by that the quantity of criminals on such insignificant stream of passengers is insignificant a little or to equally zero.&lt;br /&gt;    In any case it is very convenient station. It does not demand human leaving. Small stations consist of such stations.&lt;br /&gt;     The train approaches, I take suitcases of the brother, accurately I cross between excrements and I close a door. Here it is very dark. It can seem to any traveller a dangerous place. But I local, I know, that these sensations are erroneous. Here it is safe. Probably, safely because, that it indeed.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title> Tattoo.</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T09:48:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;     In that on bodies of little girls of a tattoo with the image of the naked girls sitting on a heap of machine guns, rifles and automatic devices,-not an attribute of their perversity. More truly, it even an attribute патриотичности. They approve, that during war were at war in guerrilla groups and operating connections.&lt;br /&gt;      It is difficult to us to understand now what nature have these tattooes. Though it is possible to approve, that the tattoo is pinned by the senior girls who follow laws of criminal codes. But the character-naked of the girl on a heap of the weapon-more likely the romantically-militarian. Legends of many girls-it loss of parents on war, a heroic life in shelfs where they were дочерьми a shelf. It is difficult to me to judge it. But I did not hear about daughters a shelf. Sons a shelf are more familiar to us. These girls more likely homeless children-воровки. Probably, parents really were lost on war, but, maybe, they and had no them.&lt;br /&gt;       To us, the adult, it is necessary to struggle with this phenomenon. As the image of a headdress indecently in our language of adults. But girls live and survive in the world. Whether we have is right to take away at them which are not having property of close people, lie. If it is lie-all, that they have. It seems to us, that this headdress эротична and expresses their hypersexuality. But in their language it can mean only patriotic взрослость.&lt;br /&gt;      If properly to get accustomed to the weapon on a headdress we shall see all arsenal used пратизанами. Here never happens the Soviet automatic device. There is a machine gun максим, German шмайсер, a rifle мосина, revolvers, pomegranates. If to think, guerrillas not absolutely ours. They приграничны because operate in rear of the enemy. Why such aspiration of girls to be heroes not up to the end of checked war. Activity the guerrilla was seldom fixed in documents. With awards commanders more often awarded, having removed with the breast.&lt;br /&gt;      It seems to me, girls subconsciously understand, how much they are ridiculous in a role дечерей a shelf. Not having understood their nature, to us to not stop hobby of girls. As they, biting lips, in cellars put on themselves these headdresses. These hobbies are transferred also to safe girls. Fathers of families watch the дочерьми. Leave behind them in inconceivable attics, cellars to find furious juvenile бандиток, girls forcing them to put these mean headdresses, but find the same safe girls. It is difficult to these fathers to understand, that suffer defeat in this war. These fathers are very dear, they have passed the most difficult roads of war and have remained are whole. They wish to be fathers of the daughters. To their bewilderment then, militiamen speak, that their daughter approved, that it has burned down on the tank.&lt;br /&gt;      Perhaps, to it to concern easy, can, it is simple an echo of war. It will pass with with removal of war. But as it is difficult to perceive it to men. Can, it is a part of fault survived before fallen. Can, girls not so are spoiled, can, it will pass if to not pay to this attention. Can, we, fathers, we think, that other men will apprehend the image in another way. Then it is our problem, instead of them. Also it is not necessary to shift one more problem on their fragile shoulders. How was so, we, fathers, we can not stop them in rest any more and we shall be stolen in night. We should find the most terrible преступницу in the dark night, the daughter stealing from us.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>рация</title>
    <published>2007-09-21T15:50:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-21T15:50:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Рация.&lt;br /&gt;      Учась в средних классах,мы решились собрать сверхрацию.Мы вытащили из своих запасников все радиолампы,катушки,транзисторы,диоды,конденсаторы и монтировали на крыше невиданную рацию.Эта рация должна была стать мощнее всех предыдущих, которые мы до этого собирали.Она должна быть сильнее того,чтоб мешать летать тому вертолету,который чуть не свалился на наш дом.&lt;br /&gt;     Мы заранее «бомбили» близлежащие предприятия,мы облазили все свалки и собрали всю радиоэлектронику,которую кто-либо выбросил или установил для механизации. Поехали и купили суперлампу на рынке радиопередатчиков,это был шар размером с аквариум.Установили на крыше максимальное количество антенн.&lt;br /&gt;      Дождавшись ночи мы включили рацию и полетели по радиоволнам.Мы плавали по ночному небу;мы поднимались до стратосферы,задерживая дыхания.Наша одежда тлела от скорости,с которой мы поднимались в высоту;мы были вынуждены прибегать к высокой скорости,чтоб не задохнуться на больших высотах.&lt;br /&gt;     Мы ныряли туда и возвращались обратно.За ночь мы облетели всю землю.За нами гонялись истребители и ракеты всех моделей.Потом закрыли чердак.&lt;br /&gt;     Догадывались ли наша родители.Они были стары,им вряд ли бы удалось подняться на крышу.&lt;br /&gt;    Мы залетали в окна девочек,как нам тогда казалось,любили.Мы оставляли у них записки,в которых плюсовали свои имена к именам этих девочек.Мы летали к этим девочкам каждую ночь.Мы целовали их,спящих.От них пахло нашей любовью.Мы наблюдали их сон;мы хотели быть любимыми.Но они спали,а проснувшись могли надсмеяться над нашим чувством.Иногда нам удавалось поднять спящую девочку и летать с ней по небу.Девочка,которую любил мой брат,была дочерью бригадира;я любил дочь директора.Эти красивые девочки были предметами любви наших классов.Они были избалованы и выбраны предметом обожания.&lt;br /&gt;     Кто мог тогда предположить,что дочь бригадира проснется и выболтает всей школе.Мой потерявший голову брат согласится дать полетать своему классу.Через некоторое время вся школа будет летать в ночном небе.&lt;br /&gt;    Однажды у нас сгорит лампа с аквариум,и школа станет пустой.Все дети не прилетят с ночного полета.Мы останемся с братом вдвоем.Мы будем грустить о потерянных возлюбленных.Даже будучи женатыми не перестанем вспоминать о них,улетевших в ночь.Брат каждый раз,приезжая с далеких краев,говорит,что найдет лампу с аквариум.И тогда мы вернем наших возлюбленных девочек.Но прошли времена ламп.Теперь таких ламп не выпускают.&lt;br /&gt;     Недавно я переехал,наш дом с остатками рации остался на разграбление.Нам никогда не вернуть тех,кто улетел.Недавно я видел как нищие сдают в металлолом каркас рации.Я мог кричать,требовать.Но я ничего не сделал.Я боюсь,что, занимаясь бесполезным делом,нанесу вред своему здоровью.Хотя тащат мою неохраняемую собственность,я ничего не могу поделать с мародерами.</content>
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    <title>сегодня</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T15:52:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T15:52:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">тренерую пальцы</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dusimbiev:75855</id>
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    <title>сегодня</title>
    <published>2007-08-04T09:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T09:47:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Мои кожа.При сгибании пальцев образуеться волдыри.Когда мне начать их разрабатывать.Прошло полтора месяца  когда я горел в степи.</content>
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