There were three tables in the gold of the mulberry trees. Four people were sitting behind one of the tables, eating and drinking in silence. He spread the word from their faces. On the table, you can see a kebab, two glasses of "Stolichni" vodka, four snacks and four packs of cigarettes.
The canines of one of the eaters were made of red metal. Oh, and the two people sitting at the next table were talking. These two people were talking to each other in Russian. They looked like people with numbers from their hearts.
Buzz:
– Don't talk to me again , – I don't drink.
– Don't drink, don't drink. But let the body be full – the boy muttered as he turned back to the body.
They continued to eat and drink without getting fat. It was about getting out of the air. It was a light breeze. The leaves of the mulberry tree rustled. The red flame was pulled from the sphere. Yanya was looking for a seat at the neighboring table. Yela bel ov pusurdu.
– Gyadesh, eyal khag-shesab elya – I passed from the next table, a satisfied voice was heard. The kebab chef went to the direction where the voice came from and said – Go home.
Nadirya, the kebab shop, took out money from the customer's wallet and sent him away. When Nadir took the money, he said, "May God be pleased with me, I will always be at your service."
The kababchi swallowed his two guests and brought them back to the grill.
Gyyldish lit a "Kazbek" and smothered it greedily. There was a flower and a cigarette. He wrote on papyrus with the pen of Ayaggabi.
– I ate – he said. He took refuge with his friends and walked away.
* * *
Two cheerful men were walking towards the "Fresh Market". They were in no hurry. They were walking slowly. This is how they went. The squealing boy came from behind like a slave. When they stopped, the boy stopped. In this way, they came and went as far as Basin Street. There, one of the two men, a tall, thin man, separated from his companion and walked through the middle arch of the ancient Gothic building towards the courtyard of the building . He turned around and lit a cigarette. Gizyldish fell like a sheep and beheaded him.
– Diane, her red teeth flashed.
– Who are you? What do you want?
– I'm writing. I want to wake up.
– Ahmaglama, the dog. Go out of your way.
