> Da eto zhe stariy enekdot:-)
> Est' esche drugoy variant:
A est' rasskaziki tipa :
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Volshebnym sentyabr'skim utrom vo dvore na Pushkinskoi stolknulis' litsom k
litsu
Lyapin i Shevchuk. Litso Shevchuka bylo pechal'no. Pechal'no, poetichno i
pomyato. Vsu
noch' v ego kontore pili bez prichiny. (Da chto zh vse tak, rebyata?!..)
A Lyapin siyal. On tozhe vsu noch' pil, no bylo za chto: «Ya snova s Borisom
budu.» -
protyanul frazu Lyapin kuda-to k zolotu na golubom. Yurij tozhe podnyal
glaza k
ostronosoi listve. I vzrydnula bol'shaya shevchukovskaya dusha: «Ah,
Aleksandr
Sergeevich, milyi.» - nachal bylo Shevchuk. Da vdrug zamolchal, krepko
obnyal Lyapina i
smahnul slezu. Slezu oblegcheniya: ne zrya! Znachit, pili ne zrya!
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