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My name is Wertzigel (eBook, ePUB) (1975)
~DE NWISBN: 9783967240276 bzw. 3967240274, vermutlich in Deutsch, Strelbytskyy Multimedia Publishing, neu.
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Let my friends in the mood to share with you another memoir. You may have learned from my dossier that I am a KIP and A debugger by specialty, so I have had to travel almost all of the Union and have seen and heard a lot in 16 years. Our Kiev brigade, which included specialists from six specialties, in 1975 worked at the start-up of one of the plants in Yaroslavl. Among us was a locksmith Tikhon Ivanovich, known among a fairly wide range of debuggers not so much as a work ploy, as a skill for one day and only three rubles (hitchhiking) to get from Kiev to Yaroslavl, and another ability to knit socks with colorful rings... Therefore, who had seen Tikhon Ivanovich, who looked very much like Karl Marx in the exterior, under the creative process - namely, the snapping of his fingers, the image of the Great Teacher for all his life was connected with a socially useful cause ... Then none of us could look at portrait of Karl Marx without a smile and thought: where's the sock? Tikhon Ivanovich, even in Yaroslavl, spoke only in Ukrainian. When the locals did not understand him (and did not always understand him), he shook his hands in despair, saying: - Well, what is it that you whisper about? The human language does not understand ... And demanded that someone translate "theirs". Tikhon Ivanovich had another feature: to acquaintances and strangers, and in Yaroslavl and to women (still do not understand), he addressed the same: - I'm sorry, dear uncle ... And one day, I sit chained by an assembly line on a pipeline about four meters from the floor, adjust the control valve, and Tikhon Ivanovich with two of our guys passes from below. He heard the clatter of metal, lifted his head, saw me, and said, addressing the boys, or so, to himself: - How, nevertheless, it does not warm your soul when you are in a foreign land, you will tear up, it is a buva, a head, and in a branch a native creature will move... What is it for me? And so, I also feel warm from your comments ... And I feel like many years ago, "native, for some of you, being" in the web of the world wide web ... Thank you, my dear friends, for the joy of that feeling .. Cholom! Your Vladimir Fri. Yes. Don't mess with the scarf! - that is a different story...
Let my friends in the mood to share with you another memoir. You may have learned from my dossier that I am a KIP and A debugger by specialty, so I have had to travel almost all of the Union and have seen and heard a lot in 16 years. Our Kiev brigade, which included specialists from six specialties, in 1975 worked at the start-up of one of the plants in Yaroslavl. Among us was a locksmith Tikhon Ivanovich, known among a fairly wide range of debuggers not so much as a work ploy, as a skill for one day and only three rubles (hitchhiking) to get from Kiev to Yaroslavl, and another ability to knit socks with colorful rings... Therefore, who had seen Tikhon Ivanovich, who looked very much like Karl Marx in the exterior, under the creative process - namely, the snapping of his fingers, the image of the Great Teacher for all his life was connected with a socially useful cause ... Then none of us could look at portrait of Karl Marx without a smile and thought: where's the sock? Tikhon Ivanovich, even in Yaroslavl, spoke only in Ukrainian. When the locals did not understand him (and did not always understand him), he shook his hands in despair, saying: - Well, what is it that you whisper about? The human language does not understand ... And demanded that someone translate "theirs". Tikhon Ivanovich had another feature: to acquaintances and strangers, and in Yaroslavl and to women (still do not understand), he addressed the same: - I'm sorry, dear uncle ... And one day, I sit chained by an assembly line on a pipeline about four meters from the floor, adjust the control valve, and Tikhon Ivanovich with two of our guys passes from below. He heard the clatter of metal, lifted his head, saw me, and said, addressing the boys, or so, to himself: - How, nevertheless, it does not warm your soul when you are in a foreign land, you will tear up, it is a buva, a head, and in a branch a native creature will move... What is it for me? And so, I also feel warm from your comments ... And I feel like many years ago, "native, for some of you, being" in the web of the world wide web ... Thank you, my dear friends, for the joy of that feeling .. Cholom! Your Vladimir Fri. Yes. Don't mess with the scarf! - that is a different story...
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