Basil and mold

Perhaps not everything that is written is worth reading ...


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Vasily, unclaimed by the women’s office, got off the high floor of work to a difficult daily world and began to go by subway car to the textile workers waiting for him. Experiencing himself in a favorable door geometry, Vasily focused the inside of the body on the perception of the necessary electrical music from the carefully non-scratched OyDop. The openings of the ears of Basil closely filled with not all understandable creative art. Basil began to rhythmically drag and despise those who did not understand the actual culture of hopeless people. In all directions from Vasily, the life, consisting of different-sized bodies, patiently languished, slowly subtracting the brain by stopping.

Vasily walked home with confident feet, remembering about himself the necessary evening affairs. The body of Basil was preparing to eat a good soup and get full of peace in a special computer chair on wheels - for the skillful use of modern network technologies. During the day, Vasili's hands and head became hungry in communication with invisible good friends. Even more sincere mutual with noble friends would like hands to press with their fingers on offensive buttons against the enemies of Vasily, nail the terrible red crosses on the pale flesh of enemy ratings, karma and bodhiharm. Basil confidently burped, hurrying to eat the soup, licked naughty lips, loving the cleanliness, skillfully drowned the “Start” button and patiently waited for the beginning of e-life.

People's network "Obrydlr" mastered the screen, strictly asking Basil fashionable letters: "Reunite. Masonic Lodge of the national elite of the 3rd grade - "Hurray" or "Not Hooray"? Press the necessary ". Vasily devotedly pressed “Ura” with a trained finger with an uneven fingernail and eagerly sucked himself into the lilac designer bowels of the popular interface.

In the depths of Vasily there was an avatar with a courageous, but intelligent man on it, the nickname "UnixMen№152" (since from 1 to 151 all the Unixmen were occupied by other difficult elite men), the status of "Intellectual 2nd category" and a rating of 2,086,329 conditional jobs. Vasily swallowed the tasteless product of the winter cold and puzzled the brain with regard to changes in the number of jobs. The findings of the brain did not make Vasily happy with his hardened truth - Jobs became less than Vasily remembered in the attentive memory of the head the day before.

Vasili's face revealed a grudge against the wrong behavior of life. Vasily wanted to comprehend the causes of the world’s malfunction. The uneasy investigation brought hard fruit - Vasily’s long-staged post “How to make startups in Windows 7”, which he donated to friends and the envy of enemies on the third day, didn’t szhuzhil of lumpen attacks by the community “gRtSicK 129.01 - a framework for all times, but 128.67 - not at all ".

Vasily, tacitly aware of the inevitability of revenge and turning his neck to the necessary refrigerator, sent streams of sticky thoughts to the stony bed of sudden retaliation events <...>