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Vahan often ordered stretchers in carpentry Drama, through a friend decorator.
Subframes were ready and only had to make them from the theater courtyard.
- Now I can not, to me two hours to write a slogan - refused decorator.
- E, schto ty man? My hands cheschutsya - I beremenny creativity.
- Vahan evening. You see, I did not go to lunch.
- Come on, dear, pozhyalyuysta, eh? Well, hochesch, I myself napischu?
- And, can you?
- Yes ty schto? I - lyuchy hudozhnik-designer! Pryhozhyu home, take Holst, paint, zakrivayu eyes and delyayu vanguard. Кращу, кращу ... Otkrivayu eyes - fucking asleep polyuchilsya Lenin!
It sounded convincing.
- Only, I beg you, do not spoil, I have no more fabric. Look, here's paint. I'm here already spaced. "Glory" - with a capital letter, "Communist Party" - all great.
- Well, as obichno - reassured Vahan. - Come, my dear, go!
Decorator disappeared. When, an hour later, he returned - he howled:
- Vahan! What are you, stupid? You ... I also work with thrown out!
- E, schto tebe ne like? Vigogne it ... Yes tebe more orden Red Banner will.

In the foyer, over a wooden tub, with a lonely growing fig-trees, hung a banner: "It's Glory to the CPSU!"