The audiobook of stepanida kozlov the lunatic learns about the opium. The sleepwalker knows about the night

Lover of Fortune Stepanida Kozlova - 9

Chapter 1

Like in the refrigerator, it’s taken away from beaten tops, it’s impossible to fall asleep.

I pissed off the little one, marveled at the nightstand and blew a tsukerka at the bright candy wrapper with a lamp. Vaughn is more tasty, but I wanted meringue. "Styopa, don't need meringue for one second in your mouth and all your life on your sides," conscience was embarrassed. “Nisenitnitsa,” I called out to him, straight to the kitchen. “I don’t care about zayvoi vaga, and I’m not a model, I don’t need to increase my skin calorie.” The conscience was ruined and joined, and then, in a few seconds, it shattered. Stepanida, what about diabetes? Guess Tetyana Valeriyivna from a legal officer, they didn’t cut a leg through love to licorice.” And then I already made the doors and grabbed a box of dessert. The aunt is now slamming on a two-kilogram cake, moreover, after the full insult, which is made up of appetizers, the first, the other and the compote. Why is it marveling at the fact that the vaga are breaking under it, and the doctors, to which they are furious, are clapping their heads? Well, I respect fifty kilos, and, before speech, my size is not like that of Thumbelina, but a sixty meter.

I made a box. Ooooh! Axis out! My favorite! Meringue, beaten tops, trochs of peas.

Stepanido, what are you doing? - crept behind him.

In spite of my incompetence, I let in the meringue, which flashed on the pidlog and fell into a pill. At that very second, don't miss the stars, the great black whale vines at the black collar with a golden little twinkle. Rumbling in the form of contentment, starting to gnaw at the tiles of the ruins of what I had chosen to snuggle with great satisfaction.

Behind my back, a lady of the summer sighed.

Patrick, don't give a fuck! You are not a man, you can’t be a victim, be a trash! good evening, Stepanida.

Hello, Berto Borisivno, - I muttered. - Already pіzno, I thought you sleep.

So, my dear friend, I was going to sleep, and then, having missed the signal, he happened to get up, - the lady of the boarding house murmured.

Signal? - I did not understand. - Yaky?

Berta saw the cat killed.

After the tenth evening, I turn on the emergency alert. As soon as some of the guests see a refrigerator, my bedroom horn sounds. Hiba didn't know?

Ni, - I promimrila, - vibachte.

Ah-ah-ah, - Berta Borisivna whimpered, - you didn't read the rules... The brochure was specially placed in the room on the table.

I tried to take a look, but it didn’t seem to work, I confessed.

Stars in the refrigerator tistechko? - the master of the boarding house greeted zapizno.

I bought yoga in the confectionery, - I explained, - it’s small for us to partake of it with caviar vranci, but it’s better to pamper yourself before going to bed.

Axis out there! Berta Borisivna clasped her hands. - Dear friend, tse incomprehensible: you put the box in my refrigerator, I came to that, virishivshi, that villains got into the boarding house, like they want to buy prepared for the snidanka. Every once in a while I don’t stop the guests from eating like they smell, I serve only breakfast for them. Obviously, you can’t get too carried away, wanting, in my opinion, it’s already unreasonable to pay for a coryne and savory zhu, and then don’t get it її. What am I talking about? Oh yes! Stepanida, Lyuba, read the rules, everything is reported there. For the skin friend of the possession of a special refrigerator, the stench of the axle is changed here ... - Madam Nechaeva turned and pointed with her hand at the wall, de bulo a sprinkling of doors orange color. - You have a key in the table near the top drawer.

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Chapter 1

Like in the refrigerator, it’s taken away from beaten tops, it’s impossible to fall asleep.

I pissed off the little one, marveled at the nightstand and blew a tsukerka at the bright candy wrapper with a lamp. Vaughn is more tasty, but I wanted meringue. "Styopa, don't need meringue for one second in your mouth and all your life on your sides," conscience was embarrassed. “Nisenitnitsa,” I called out to him, straight to the kitchen. “I don’t care about zavoi vaga, and I’m not a model, I don’t need to increase my skin calorie.” The conscience was ruined and joined, and then, in a few seconds, it shattered. Stepanida, what about diabetes? Guess Tetyana Valeriyivna from a legal officer, they didn’t cut a leg through love to licorice.” And then I already made the doors and grabbed a box of dessert. The aunt is now slamming on a two-kilogram cake, moreover, after the full insult, which is made up of appetizers, the first, the other and the compote. Why is it marveling at the fact that the vaga are breaking under it, and the doctors, to which they are furious, are clapping their heads? Well, I respect fifty kilos, and, before speech, my size is not like that of Thumbelina, but a sixty meter.

I made a box. Ooooh! Axis out! My favorite! Meringue, beaten tops, trochs of peas.

- Stepanido, what are you doing? - crept behind.

Behind my back, a lady of the summer sighed.

- Patrick, don't give a damn! You are not a man, you can’t be a victim, be a trash! Good evening, Stepanido.

“Hello, Berto Borisivno,” I muttered. - It's too late, I thought you were sleeping.

- So, my dear friend, I was going to sleep, and then, having missed the signal, he happened to get up, - the lady of the boarding house murmured.

- Signal? - I did not understand. - Yaky?

Berta saw the cat killed.

- After the tenth evening, I turn on the emergency alert. As soon as some of the guests see a refrigerator, my bedroom horn sounds. Hiba didn't know?

- Ni, - I promimriv, - vibachte.

“Ah-ah,” Berta Borisivna whined, “you didn’t read the rules… The brochure was specially placed in the room on the table.

“I tried to look over, but it didn’t seem to work,” I admitted.

- Stars in the refrigerator tistechko? - The master of the boarding house greeted zapіzno.

- I bought yogo in the confectionery, - I explained, - it’s not enough for us to treat him to a lie with cava, but I wanted to pamper myself before going to bed.

- Axis out there! Berta Borisivna clasped her hands. - Dear friend, tse incomprehensible: you put the box in my refrigerator, I came to that, virishivshi, that villains got into the boarding house, like they want to buy prepared for the snidanka. Every once in a while I don’t stop the guests from eating like they smell, I serve only breakfast for them. Obviously, you can’t get too carried away, wanting, in my opinion, it’s already unreasonable to pay for a coryne and savory zhu, and then don’t get it її. What am I talking about? Oh yes! Stepanida, Lyuba, read the rules, everything is reported there. For the skin friend of the possession of a special refrigerator, the stench of the axis is changed here ... - Madam Nechaeva turned around and pointed to the wall, debulo of the orange-colored doors. - You have a key at the table near the top husk. Chi can you bring yoga? Patrick, ogidne, stop whining about the pidlog! When you get sick, you sit on the toilet, you happen to follow you around, drive the sea in the flow. Do you know how many pennies to wind up a lichnik? Stepanida, darling, if we can’t sleep, let me explain what’s what, but I need a key.

“I’ll bring it right away, Berto Borisivno,” I said and went to the meeting, sighing to myself.

My conscience can triumph - shkidli, fat, and greedily savory, it didn’t get away from me, Patrick, forever hungry whale of Nechaev. What Briton has a Bagatir appetite and wine gourmet. Yesterday I made a toast with cheese and washed it down with yoga kava, but this day I didn’t break my mouth, drank meringue with cream.

At the darkness, I tripped on the edge of the carpet, which I twitched, and began to stribuvat, waving my arms. Under the stele, a light bulb blew out the darkness. Now you can calmly go to the room and pore in the drawer of the table. Well, is there a key to my refrigerator?

Without a doubt, you wonder why I, a happy volodarka of my new apartment, live in a boarding house, like a Volodymyr Berta Borisivna Nechaeva? I’ll explain right away how I ate this place.

My apartment is located near an old, unimaginable booth, a kind of wondrous, almost divine architect. I would have two apartments, one of them is for me, and a friend Agnes Eduardivna, її sons of Mikola, onuk Basil and Magda, the dogs breed a garnish-African dvorter'єr. All my judges - the crime of Magdi, naturally - are the tips of that very architect. And the stinks of the nameless shit, they didn’t hurt that at their donkey overhaul. I suspect that the trumpeters of those other communications at the booth have not changed since the day of the first call. I obviously hired workers, they put my living space in order, and the stench took care of all the rooms. I, naїvna, went to the freshly-farmed apartment and lit up happily, not admitting that a catastrophe was quietly brewing on the mountain.

The bida was eating at night, if I, and Agnes Eduardivna and the household were peacefully croaking at quiet lizhkahs. I had a dream: I came to an exotic island, came out of a cryonic flight that landed right on the beach, and drank a lot of boards. The water rushed down from the sky like a wall, I got soaked to the skin in a blink of an eye, the cloth stuck to the body, the patch turned into a fringe, the swamp was squelching near the sneakers. I wanted to run until dark in the distance, and I shouted to the representative of the hotel, who told me:

- Take the bags, be kind!

Ale that deputy of that, to viconate my prohannya, clinging to my shoulders and starting to shake me, wailing with the voice of Basil:

- Stepu! Get up!

I squashed my eyes, shook a hundred and ten kilograms of Agnesi's onuk, wanted to ask what kind of a van came from my apartment without asking, and quickly realized: the water on the exotic island is no more than a dream, and the axis of the flood is in reality. Behind the walls, a wall of water fell, my shoes and other dribnitses floated on the bottom.

- What was going on? - I shouted, hustling from a lizhka.

- You dry mіtsnіshe Magdi, - after finishing me, Basil. - Come on, pick up what you can, and take it to the street.

- Don't you understand? - Basil burst into tears. - Burn hard!

I chimed in.

- Pozhezha? On my thought, tse povіn.

- It’s like everything is miraculously bachish, what are you eating? Basil frowned. - Tell dyakuyu, scho woke up.

Fools appeared, Magda poured into the room, a bag was tied to her back.

- Grandma! - Basil burst into tears. - Why is Magda not on the street?

“There are valuables out there,” Nessie shouted at the guard. - The emergency car will come at once.

Having leaned against the little garden, they were already wrapped in a blanket Agnes Eduardivna, Mikola, Basil and Magda, I recognized what had happened. It appears that something like a thing was breaking on the mountain, tied up with the supply of cold water. I think more comments are coming.

Repair workers had a chance to check for a long time, good luck in the yard, standing at random warm for Moscow during the spring. Nessie guessed to win two folding style We ruled with her on canvas seats and dozed off. Ale didn’t sleep far away, more hvilin for five five Basil zanuriv:

- Styopa, let me sit, I'm tired of standing.

- You can rule over the pack with bedding, - Agnes Eduardivna pointed out.

- There’s no way for a new back, - having reasonably locked the lad, - let Styopa get over there.

- People are guilty of enduring difficult moves, - Ness snarled.

Basil pouts. The phone rang in someone’s gut, and he picked up the phone and answered the call.

- Oh, hello! Yes ... So ... We have water pouring from the mountain, on the streets it's smoky. Not an ice situation.

I wondered: who should call the boy about the fourth wound? Mabut, the new one has a new name.

Basil dies and suffers from a complex of supra-povnotsіnnostі. Vіn vvazhaє that be-like a woman can be happy, as if on her bestial respect vin, the smartest, most beautiful, richest, richest representative of the strong half of humanity. Ale, the girls most often develop another thought, far from skin suffocating, having drunk a majestic carcass, I took a bribe and a sweatshirt from a T-shirt. And those who are not welcomed by the rank of a gentleman, already on cob stage understand the novel that Basil is shkidliva, hisist, nenazhera and self-forgetful ledar, you don’t choose to practice and you don’t mind staining your girlfriend’s pennies. Yes, it’s true, and a positive moment: the redness will immediately rob the devil’s proposition of the hand and heart. Basil is a honest person - on the yogo glibok perekonannya, like a young lady to come on a friend, she is guilty of making friends. And yet Basil is very aware that yogo can be accused of dbaty about the new. In my memory, Tovstun had a sprinkling of naming, and they all ticked away vividly, so I did not visit the registry office. Now, it seems, onuk Ness has a new kohannya.

After that, as the emergency service put a plug where needed, we began to repair the beats. The apartments have been privatized, so that all of our houses, for the cost-free sovereign repairs, nothing needs to be secured. It was necessary to change the trumpet, and then turn the walls-steels, re-lay the parquet, buy new furniture, not seeming already about TV-computers, as if they fell into a nervous struggle with an avalanche of water. Zagalom, don’t think better, I’ll get by with the help. Moreover, I spent all the pennies on the living room.

Obviously, you could ask for a position in Izabella Kostyantinivna - a grandmother from the shkiri vilize, but help me. Axis only I, navpaki, try not to tell about those that happened. Even as a happy tenant, I was far from the fact that Bilka sold the Nightmare at the Pine Fox hotel, that lying down, and part of the won bag gave me. Tobto I already took a lot of pennies, ungratefully begging for more. In addition, the grandmother of that її man, director Dmitro Barashkov, at the same time opens the park of roses, too, by the smell of the borg in front of the bank. Nі-nі, nі Bіlka, nі Dima, who is not my dear grandfather, not guilty to know about the faith. Rather, I'll take a loan, I'll take it for any additional income and stop buying my new clothes, as well as shoes-bags. Nothing, I'll run into it without third party help.

“It’s a novelty,” said Agnes, glancing around at her hushed relatives and at the evil Magda.

- Oh come on? Basil grimaced. - Yaka?

- Deputy of honor with us could become another incompetence, - said Ness. - For example, pozhezha, vibuh of the butyl gas, Godzilli's attack. The axis would have spent the whole budinok, and the giant mavpa would have devoured Magda. Evaluate our luck - all the water has spilled, think!

The dog, clearly slandering with words about miracles, pulled up his muzzle and curled.

- Nisenitnitsa, we know, - Nessie rubbed her hands.

- On me, so you need to sell the old wreck, - having continued the sinok, - and buy loot on the viruchene new apartment and live peacefully.

“Yes,” said Basil. - I especially part of the body for the proposition of the father.

“But I didn’t,” Agnes Eduardivna scolded. - Budynok to lie in our homeland from prehistoric hours. I can’t let us get away from the family nest. I lived as a shard of blood, and also to those who have such cells in my body, Basil, you have more, less, then food about sales is not discussed.

- Why do you have more cells in your body? - having formed an onuk.

- From the fact that I have a brain, - said Ness.

“Garazd, mom, do whatever you want,” Mikola waving his hand, “but without me.” I do not choose either morally or materially to take the fate of this fool.

The rest of the words of the wine house, the door of your car. Potim vliz for kermo and buv like that.

Nessie lifted the board.

- Shchuri run out of the ship, if that tone, but turn around, as if the ship, after repairs, will start up at the swimming pool again. Basil, are you deserting with us?

- E ... e ... grandma ... I’m ready to help, - muttering onuk, - I’ll tell you for sure, in what color to turn the walls, even e ... e ... I can have a subtle artistic relish, but e ... e ... I don’t have a penny. Tobto stinks, but if I contribute to the repair, I won’t have anything else to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat, to eat.

- With your vag, you can get by with two liters of water for a day, - I interrupted the lad, - even though the body is more likely to drink more fat reserves. You will get an army of hares: you will lose weight, you can wear a special robe, and not a hood for tanks, you will get a normal girl and give Ness a penny for repairs.

- One water? Basil gasped. - And de fats, proteins, carbohydrates? I'll die from lack of vitamins! Ready to help morally. І materially so. I have a girl, moreover, she is beautiful.

I chuckled. Basil always respects his naming princesses from fairy tales, but in truth, those toads, as if in a kiss, do not transform into Vasilis the Beautiful, but are overwhelmed with vitreous toads.

- Vaughn is charіvna, - bubonic lad. - Razumnitsa, garna herself, stand like a statue, write books.

– Culinary? I admitted.

- Ni! - slammed onuk Basil. - I am ready for anything for my sake, and for her sake I can drink the Moscow River.

- I think it's easy for you to drain її, - I cheered up. - What is the name of the charіvne creation?

“I won’t tell you,” Basil scowled. - Your foolish jitters got me excited.

- Dear, - Yogo Nessі interrupted, - we need to put together a repair plan.

- Grandmother, - an itchy onuchok, - a yakbi mav billion, I would easily b_drahuvav kosh on the inspiration of life. But in Russia, a simple honest hromadain could not get a good income, to that ...

“Be it a country, a person would never take a penny, as if there would be no rich and good practice,” I interrupted the lad. - You sit at home all day, you show up for work every day. And remember from my memory, remembering already five months. De contagiously hare you to crooked calluses?

- At the store, - after a small pause in Bazil, - by the manager of the sale of cars.

- Great! - I choked. - It’s just not clear how you can trade them while sitting at home. How many cars did you already have in good hands?

“Uh-huh…” I mumbled. - Good business.

I realized that the marne was farther away from him.

I spent nothing without sleep - I looked around the apartment, speeches, cheered up the beats. And the lieutenants of Ness went to a cafe on the land, washed tea and shared a visnovka: there are no problems, but they don’t break. We take a position at the bank, we know the workers and we need repairs. Ale us before the need to virishiti first task - de contagion to live? It was impossible to get rid of the booth, the water was turned off for him, the kahel zі stіn was used on the bed, the log was blown, the trellises fell. We were especially “happy” - we spluttered on the largest pipe. But she fell apart on her own. I didn’t understand much, through the flood, I learned one thing: the pipe that burst is the most strained, and the consequences of the accident on the flooring are hostile. Well, where do you move?

We were offended by the telephones. Nessie immediately knew life, and even before resentment she moved at once from Basil to the crying couple of her girlfriend, as she went to live until blue beyond the cordon. Well, after a lot of fruitless calls, I destroyed up to one of my colleagues and spent the rest of the day on the Internet market of apartments that are being built. Zreshtoy I scoffed - for a room in the municipality in the Central District they asked for unrealistic pennies, and to settle down on the outskirts, to get to work for a year. Until then, I want to call the skin a day at home, marvel at how to shy away the alarm clocks. In a word, I needed a mink here between the head boutique of the Bak company and its apartments. Would you take a penny to pay rent? I have to pay a loan, which I will take for repairs!

On the coming night, I asked to go to my colleague. Before the wound, she virishad all the same, take a room from the devil on sticks. And here I was unstoppable by bryaznuv Basil.

“I don’t care about those that you can’t stand me, I want to do good to you,” he said. - Not far from our house there is a boarding house "Quiet Kutochok". The rooms are cheap, the rent is included in the apartment. Write down the address and go there, call the number there. Do not stay empty for a long time, rather hurry up.

- Thank you majestic! - I was happy. - How did you know about the boarding house?

- Vedmedic Petrov, my friend, asking for help to transport speech, - Basil began to explain. – Vіn having bought an apartment, and before that he lives at the “Zatishny Kutochka”. I came for him, marveling - worthy of the place. The Vedmedic boarding house is even more praiseworthy, calming down with the price of the stone. Well, I thought: I’ll make Styopa a servant, and I’ll prepare supper for me. Ale ti do not pull, because the number is known.

- I will definitely call you to the restaurant, - I said. In the evening, she moved to the mini-hotel, like the Volodya of Mrs. Nechaev, and healed. Usy doba passed after the flood, but I already knew life. Tomorrow I'll take a permit, I'll check with the workers, I'll ask the bank for a loan. Nі, nіkoli do not hesitate and cry, if you can solve the problem, you just need to roll up your sleeves and take it to the right.

Partition 2

The guests of the "Quiet Cottage", which gentlemen are called "dear friends", live with him for months. Vlasnitsa does not give rooms for three to five days, she only lets the clients wait.

Berta Borisivna is a miserly woman who cares about everything. The light turns on automatically in the booth, if you step on the first meeting, or enter to the next room. Similar systems are used in wealthy hotels, but you can install them in your own home and even more satisfied, so that electricity bills become richly smaller. The axis is only at Nechaev's sensor of regulation in such a way that a person does not get up to five or six gatherings, as if the darkness of the temryava is suffocating, and be brought to stribati, waving his hands, so that I will change the light bulb. Before speech, the light in the boarding house is energy-saving, and the least low-energy.

Even here, at the bathroom, there are cunning outbuildings hanging by the halls, and I’ve learned more about doing things outside the cordon at the hostels, where you pay three euros for the night. These are small boxes with a hole, where before you remember how to remember, or if you need to throw a special token, so that the mechanisms were put into operation. Speech to become clean without problems, and the axis of a special hygienic folding, drive less on those who want to be merciful. Wet your hair, put shampoo on them and that's it, stop dripping from the tap. Would you like to continue bathing? Drop another token. Ask, de bagmen to take tokens? I confirm: they bathe with the master. Before the speech, for the stench of the shell, the stench is also needed. And the axis of the coristuvannya with a toilet bowl lie down to the bareness of living. Ale, don’t think about Nechaev’s generosity. I'm guessing, she just couldn't install the token acceptor on the plumbing equipment near the toilet.

In payment for the living, the inclusions of snіdanok, only tіlki tse, obviously, not the Swedish stіl іz a set of strav. For the two days that I have been living in the "Quiet Cottage", the skin of the "dear friend" had half a hard-boiled egg on a plate, two tiny thin ones like a gossamer wand of sirah, ten grams of olive oil and three crackers. Is that better for you? Two skibochki sir plus olії, skіlki tse bude, how to put together at once? Three. Yakraz cover the furnace. What are the claims? How to get drunk, drink rozchinna kava or tea, for licorice - two shmatki tsukru.

Prote now z'yasuvalosya, scho leather guests can have their own mini-refrigerator. Truth be told, yoga was installed not in the rooms, but in the kitchen through an unreasonable reason. And, it appears, as if you are opening the doors of the cold refrigerator and freeze on the products of the boarding house, then in the chambers of Berty Borisivni the moon signal. Tsikavo, which one? Does she have a siren? A cebro with water was raised to the stele, how to spread to the master? From the alarm clock on the bedside table, a hand viskakus and caresses Bert on the forehead?

I turned to the kitchen and pulled out the Nechaev key.

- Oh no, your fault, - grinned out. - Bachis number on the stock?

“Chotiri, yak on the door of the room,” I nodded.

Berta pointed to the door at the top row.

- It's wonderful, love, your refrigerator is the axle. Koristuvatisya elementarily, vіdmikaєsh, put what you want, close it.

- None of your savory is sweet. And then you know, how to be? Buy a man an expensive jamon (I don’t have to force me, if I think about the price of a bare tavern) and put it in a cold refrigerator. Evenings come from work - and who knows how to beat yoga delicacy. Nothing like this can ever happen to a vlasnaya screen, she is not tormented, like a deputy. Have you tried ham?

I nodded.

- Nasty thing! Berta Borisivna licked her lips. - Neumovirna! One guest brought me as a gift from Spain a hundred grams in a box. So I licked the packaging sweat and couldn’t get it out, I was savory with the aroma of Spanish pork.

- Jamon is also sold in Moscow, - I said. - If you are going to bathe, take yoga not out of grace, but ask for it to be cut into the shoulder blades, there is the most delicious meat.

- Dear friend, such a joy, I know that tavern is in supermarkets. Ale yavlyaesh, how many out of the bag? - With tears in her voice, Nechaeva shouted. - Goodbye, love.

Proudly raising her head, the lady went.

I closed the empty refrigerator, I wanted to drink, but then I felt a dull sound of “boom” behind my back. I was afraid of being unsupported: on the other side of the night, on the other side of the night, the bagmen of the boarding house to sleep ... There are no instructions from third parties, I am alone in the kitchen.

- Meow, meow, - the left-hander gushed.

I came to terms and in the dark, that I panuvala, commemorated the cat, that I huddled up to the wall. Zhah mittyu znik.

- Oh, Patrick! How I sneered through you!

- Meow, meow, - the whale got nervous, - meow, meow.

I got close to Patrick.

- Go to sleep.

- Don't you want to have your own house? - I cheered.

Nemov having understood my question, the whale began to fiercely scrape the wall with its paw.

- Are there enemies? I laughed. - Misha?

Patrik continued to work on one of the wooden panels, with which the walls were decorated.

- Axis to remember Bert, follow the pazurivs and make you live until the death, - I threatened. - Prypini beshketuvati! Like a grizzly behind the wall, you don’t drink it, make peace with it and go to sleep.

"Bukh," - the panel sank again.

- Meow! - Patrick squealed.

I broke into a cold sweat again.

- Who's there?

I immediately got angry at myself for stupidity. Styopa, not god-fearing, imovirno, the noise is coming from the streets.

And Patrik straight up sprawled on the bed. I was strong enough, I wanted to stroke Yogo and raptom patted the cat's fur. My hand lay on the Briton's head, my fingers felt a light breath of weak wind. The whale wriggled up the bottom of the valley and re-soiled the wall.

My first reaction was to try to get the cat in the fold and rush out of the kitchen. Ale, I strangled the panic attack, stitched the panels and the curtains for five years of understanding, the stars were drawn out. The brown face tree, as if madly torn apart by Patrick's claws, is not firmly attached to the sudіdnої, between them there is an ice dent in the crack. There were no handles, no bark, no simple flowers in the wall, but it became clear to me that in front of me there were low, unremarkable doors. Tapping her with my fist, I said menacingly:

- Hey, who's up there? Come on, otherwise I’ll put the whole house on my feet and I’ll call the police!

The chair wobbled, and I shook the blonde, as if I were alive in the third room. We have not yet grasped the knowledge, we just nodded one to one for a snack.

- Why are you screaming? - Whispers asked out.

- Is there a room? - I objected.

- Storage room, - clarified the susidka. - Do you want to marvel? Come in.

I braced myself so as not to scratch the lintel with my head, and darted into the middle.

- The door needs to be repaired, - the blonde muttered and pulled the handle.

- And the call and do not understand that in the kitchen there is a comor, - I continued wondering. - It's amazing...

The stranger folded her arms across her chest.

- You finally who?

- Stepanida Kozlova, - I introduced myself, - a good stylist and one of the directors of the firm "Bak".

- Breshesh! the blonde whimpered.

- Why did you swear like that? - I asked.

- The top manager of a cosmetic monster will not start to marvel at the boarding house "Quiet Kutochok", - the suidka firmly stated, - a specialist of such a level can have luxuriously luxurious apartments. Penthouse abo deputy house.

“You were spared by the unicum,” I retorted. - Why don't you tell me what you mean by nonsense, if you want, come to the head boutique of "Baka", I'll save you a personal discount. You need to be friends with the susides! And what's your name?

- Svitlana Kuznetsova, - said the blonde, - zoopasteer.

– Who? - I did not understand.

Svetlana explained:

- I help people to pick up a creature, with such a stench for a long time to live soul to soul. Dehto buys dogs, and then we suffer with them, we don’t understand why the dog is indecent, crap, we don’t hear. And everything is simple: the master for the mentality did not spivpav іz breed. For example, a pensioner came along. Mislivsky dog of nalashtovaniya go for a walk, bigati, you even less than chotiri years for a day, active exercise is required, and sit an old man for a long time. In the presence of a conflict of interests. Grandmothers better get a cat, a brazhano british, which can get from side to side to move and be happy.

“Sure,” I nodded. - Berta didn't tell me anything about tsyu komirchina. It's amazing that you forgot. Wanting to talk about something, singsongly, it is written in the rules, which I did not manage to read.

“Hi,” Svetlana whispered in a smoky voice, “it’s Nechaeva’s little secret. Marvel...

We were not friends with Svitlana in any way; That dovga rozmova happened to us only once - at the taemnіy komori of Berti Borisivna. I don’t know why Kuznetsov’s father, brothers and sisters, girlfriends, kohanets, and also why won, Volodarka with a Moscow residence permit, moved to the boarding house Nechaeva. Well, you can’t allow a young woman to be buried at a sleeping grave? Judging from the reason I got stuck in the likarni, there are quite strangely heartless people practicing there. Dead sick? It's a pity, obviously, but let's take care of our rights. But I can't. Navіt like Kuznetsova leaned down at the "Zatishny kutochka", having squabbled to death with a mustache, close people are guilty of knowing about її death. Blame it on you, forgetting the brew, let Svіtlana lie down.
Budinok at the Kuznetsky provulk appeared with a five-fold superficially wrecked looking terrible. The doors in the doorway were broken, but there is nothing about the intercom here, the concierges are nowhere and close. I sіla on the bench that I squinted. I don’t know the number of the apartment, I need to get in touch, until someone from the meshkants shows up, and ask someone, where the Kuznetsovs live. It’s already unacceptable to be a lord, which brought a terrible zvistka, but it’s impossible to make it otherwise.
Pokhmuri thoughts interrupting the telephone ring. The number was assigned, and I clicked on the screen.

Stepanida, hello, tse Katya Ugarova good fun, - squeaking a treble. - Do you remember me?

Well, I sang. - What's the problem?

We wanted to hold a modest ceremony, only for our own, a chamber one, sent out only a hundred requests, - Katerina sighed. - I started! The people learned about the celebration, let's call. On this day, we have three hundred guests, I am sure, their number is not large. I hired more cooks, increased the number of tables. Crap, head spinning! Narazі designers put up an arch, through the yak they pronounce names from the named one, in another place. I planned my urochist defile otherwise, I assumed that the stench would go around the lake, on the water of which I could be kidnapped by erysipelatous flamingos. Ale, people began to look, they cut off my phone ... Wait a second, Stepanido, I have a friend's line, don't go out ...
The bravura music reached my ears, then Katya rumbled again.

Well, axis, I know the devil's claim! Overwhelmed by the fact that one of them should sit down a line of tables for a friend, it seems: “It’s not possible, like the names of the chosen ones are exchanged with hoops.” I calmed down, that we would raise the arch to the hump, set up tables for a long time, there was a wonderful look from the future. More trouble! Oh, why did I call you? Stepanida, darling, I didn't say what was the reason for my call?

Like in the refrigerator, it’s taken away from beaten tops, it’s impossible to fall asleep.

I made a box. Ooooh! Axis out! My favorite! Meringue, beaten tops, trochs of peas.

Stepanido, what are you doing? - crept behind him.

Behind my back, a lady of the summer sighed.

Patrick, don't give a fuck! You are not a man, you can’t be a victim, be a trash! Good evening, Stepanido.

Hello, Berto Borisivno, - I muttered. - Already pіzno, I thought you sleep.

So, my dear friend, I was going to sleep, and then, having missed the signal, he happened to get up, - the lady of the boarding house murmured.

Signal? - I did not understand. - Yaky?

Berta saw the cat killed.

After the tenth evening, I turn on the emergency alert. As soon as some of the guests see a refrigerator, my bedroom horn sounds. Hiba didn't know?

Ni, - I promimrila, - vibachte.

Ah-ah-ah, - Berta Borisivna whimpered, - you didn't read the rules... The brochure was specially placed in the room on the table.

I tried to take a look, but it didn’t seem to work, I confessed.

Stars in the refrigerator tistechko? - the master of the boarding house greeted zapizno.

I bought yoga in the confectionery, - I explained, - it’s small for us to partake of it with caviar vranci, but it’s better to pamper yourself before going to bed.

Axis out there! Berta Borisivna clasped her hands. - Dear friend, tse incomprehensible: you put the box in my refrigerator, I came to that, virishivshi, that villains got into the boarding house, like they want to buy prepared for the snidanka. Every once in a while I don’t stop the guests from eating like they smell, I serve only breakfast for them. Obviously, you can’t get too carried away, wanting, in my opinion, it’s already unreasonable to pay for a coryne and savory zhu, and then don’t get it її. What am I talking about? Oh yes! Stepanida, Lyuba, read the rules, everything is reported there. For the skin friend of the possession of a special refrigerator, the stench of the axle is changed here ... - Madam Nechaeva turned around and showed her hand at the wall, de bulo the door of the orange color. - You have a key in the table near the top drawer.

How can you throw yourself through those that streams of water fall on your head? Otak "have mercy" on the stylist Stepanida Kozloviy! Now її recently bought an apartment unsuitable for living. new repair, And wine, as it seems, is better for fire ... I had a chance to move to the boarding house "Quiet Kutochok", which actually turned out to be not so quiet already. Like a night Styopa revealed at her room ... Batman, what to fly through the window! And the susidka, who was welcomed in the kіmnati by the goat's tsukerka, drank to the liquor with troubles ... To complete all the inaccuracies of Stepanida, the blackmailer started ringing, threatening to revert to the old story: nibito won her schoolmate! Unforgettably, Styopa was recognized - that day in the same room there lived a greedy girl similar to her, but she disappeared without a trace ... It turns out that Stepanida is spinning around more scary and unreasonable and in the whole boarding house she spent her time not in a bad way!

Darina Dontsova

The sleepwalker knows about the night

Chapter 1

Like in the refrigerator, it’s taken away from beaten tops, it’s impossible to fall asleep.

I made a box. Ooooh! Axis out! My favorite! Meringue, beaten tops, trochs of peas.

Stepanido, what are you doing? - crept behind him.

Behind my back, a lady of the summer sighed.

Patrick, don't give a fuck! You are not a man, you can’t be a victim, be a trash! Good evening, Stepanido.

Hello, Berto Borisivno, - I muttered. - Already pіzno, I thought you sleep.

So, my dear friend, I was going to sleep, and then, having missed the signal, he happened to get up, - the lady of the boarding house murmured.

Signal? - I did not understand. - Yaky?

Berta saw the cat killed.

After the tenth evening, I turn on the emergency alert. As soon as some of the guests see a refrigerator, my bedroom horn sounds. Hiba didn't know?

Ni, - I promimrila, - vibachte.

Ah-ah-ah, - Berta Borisivna whimpered, - you didn't read the rules... The brochure was specially placed in the room on the table.

I tried to take a look, but it didn’t seem to work, I confessed.

Stars in the refrigerator tistechko? - the master of the boarding house greeted zapizno.

I bought yoga in the confectionery, - I explained, - it’s small for us to partake of it with caviar vranci, but it’s better to pamper yourself before going to bed.

Axis out there! Berta Borisivna clasped her hands. - Dear friend, tse incomprehensible: you put the box in my refrigerator, I came to that, virishivshi, that villains got into the boarding house, like they want to buy prepared for the snidanka. Every once in a while I don’t stop the guests from eating like they smell, I serve only breakfast for them. Obviously, you can’t get too carried away, wanting, in my opinion, it’s already unreasonable to pay for a coryne and savory zhu, and then don’t get it її. What am I talking about? Oh yes! Stepanida, Lyuba, read the rules, everything is reported there. For the skin friend of the possession of a special refrigerator, the stench of the axle is changed here ... - Madam Nechaeva turned around and showed her hand at the wall, de bulo the door of the orange color. - You have a key in the table near the top drawer. Chi can you bring yoga? Patrick, ogidne, stop whining about the pidlog! When you get sick, you sit on the toilet, you happen to follow you around, drive the sea in the flow. Do you know how many pennies to wind up a lichnik? Stepanida, darling, if we can’t sleep, let me explain what’s what, but I need a key.

I'll bring it right away, Berto Borisivno, - I said, and went to the meeting, sighing to myself.