Gennady Snegirev
Posted 17-09-2012 at 11:23 by Вадим Алексеев
We lived on the fifth floor at the Komsomolsk prospectus. This was a government run. Sometimes, when drunk, I bezobraznichal. Neighbors contacted me denunciations that I misbehave on the government line, thus offending the government. One day I decided to build an aquarium there for three tons of water. I found people who were carrying bricks churned cement glaze. But neighbors got wind and decided that the floor will fall on them. They applied to the paper, and then came reports of Lavrov "Vecherka" who wrote that the writer Snegirev - and the view from the inhabitants, that the writer has a cabinet, typewriters, phone costs right - built in my new apartment swimming pool where his wife was bathing naked, and then jumped out, shake a leg on a bearskin rug. There's no mention of the fact that we lived in a studio apartment. In an aquarium, I would like to make three divisions: for large fish family Chromis in the other - cold in the third - I have not decided. But as long as my wife and I went to the House of Yalta, came an article. My stepfather read it and broke the aquarium, dumped from the balcony of the bricks - at night, so no one could see, and then he died ...
http://magazines.russ.ru/novyi_mi/2004/12/nik12.html
A writer without a pen. The house had no handles. In his youth, wrote about animals better than Sutton Thomson. Translations of his books in te-to years, in 24 languages were. And for 40 years, dropped everything, threw the pen and Self-Profiting life has become. And when he square-py litfondovskuyu given, said to be only placed on the second floor. First, in the elevator, he did not go, komunyakami could easily soak in earnest, and, second, quarter-ra canopy over the deli was there and he grew marijuana. On the street almost did not go. Sophia Vlasyevna not stand. And then, in the habit and entered the four walls sit. And also spent more than 20 years. The door to his square-ry only opened inward. No locks and local thieves removed the cap in front of him. CHELOVECHESCHE! And now, a few years ago (it's my wife's best friend) to another world for a long time and my daughter walked with him to live. So it someone on the street throw money out the window and he brought two bottles of vodka. Gena both drank and ... dead. And I was taught:-it does not matter where a person started. Important than done. That's the story.
There sits, for example, the company at the table, and Snegirev suddenly asked: "Do you know the circumstances under which killed Academician Lebedev?" - "Who is it?" - "Well, this was academic. Whale. So this is the Lebedev went once on a whaling vessel with their research goals. Once harpooned huge kitischu sailors and took him up on deck. And academic right there, walking with a stick in his hand somehow, and examines all the whale. He touched the tail, the look in the eyes. Then took and for some reason tickled the beast in the genital area. Then genital organ whale so excited that blew seed under pressure in three hundred and twenty atmospheres, and that's the most jet academician blown head. " This is just what I remembered right away. There were many other stories that compete with each other in the exclusive validity. About that, for example, that Brezhnev, it turns out, was a gypsy, and up to sixteen years of living in the camp. No one of these unimaginable scenes so it seems, and not recorded. Folklore Folklore and stayed.
http://www.stengazeta.net/article.html? article = 26
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http://magazines.russ.ru/novyi_mi/2004/12/nik12.html
A writer without a pen. The house had no handles. In his youth, wrote about animals better than Sutton Thomson. Translations of his books in te-to years, in 24 languages were. And for 40 years, dropped everything, threw the pen and Self-Profiting life has become. And when he square-py litfondovskuyu given, said to be only placed on the second floor. First, in the elevator, he did not go, komunyakami could easily soak in earnest, and, second, quarter-ra canopy over the deli was there and he grew marijuana. On the street almost did not go. Sophia Vlasyevna not stand. And then, in the habit and entered the four walls sit. And also spent more than 20 years. The door to his square-ry only opened inward. No locks and local thieves removed the cap in front of him. CHELOVECHESCHE! And now, a few years ago (it's my wife's best friend) to another world for a long time and my daughter walked with him to live. So it someone on the street throw money out the window and he brought two bottles of vodka. Gena both drank and ... dead. And I was taught:-it does not matter where a person started. Important than done. That's the story.
There sits, for example, the company at the table, and Snegirev suddenly asked: "Do you know the circumstances under which killed Academician Lebedev?" - "Who is it?" - "Well, this was academic. Whale. So this is the Lebedev went once on a whaling vessel with their research goals. Once harpooned huge kitischu sailors and took him up on deck. And academic right there, walking with a stick in his hand somehow, and examines all the whale. He touched the tail, the look in the eyes. Then took and for some reason tickled the beast in the genital area. Then genital organ whale so excited that blew seed under pressure in three hundred and twenty atmospheres, and that's the most jet academician blown head. " This is just what I remembered right away. There were many other stories that compete with each other in the exclusive validity. About that, for example, that Brezhnev, it turns out, was a gypsy, and up to sixteen years of living in the camp. No one of these unimaginable scenes so it seems, and not recorded. Folklore Folklore and stayed.
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