Some people think that blogging is intrinsically inferior to the Big Literature™. Well. The plumber, his cat, his wife and other details is a testament to the fact that a good blog can be published as a best-selling book. On good paper. And I was thinking there was no humourous Russian literature anymore.
У Ляли в попе дырка. Это ужас. В молодости её не было. Но вчера Ляля выросла и пошла мыть попу сама. И нашла в себе ужасную новость. Раньше-то хорошо жилось с весёлой, а главное, целой попой. Форма, цвет, аромат, звучание — всё было безупречно. Персики считали этот зад лучшим среди себя и старались подражать во всём. И вдруг, в самом центре датского королевства находится дырка, тревожная, как свист в ночи. Lyalya’s bottom got a hole in it. What a horror. There was no such thing in her youth. But yesterday, Lyalya grew up and went to wash her bottom all by herself. And discovered the terrible news. Before, what a good life it was, with a cheerful and, most importantly, intact bottom. The shape, the colour, the aroma, the sound — everything was perfect. Among themselves, peaches thought this arse was the best and strived to imitate it in all things. Then, all of a sudden, bang in the middle of the State of Denmark, there was a hole, alarming as a whistle in the night. |  |
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