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swinglandia, may 2010

night of the thirtieth of April on May 1 was hard. She carried the birth of a new month, round, snoring in a stranger, and shone with its warm darkness.

But exactly at 3.30 the night and snapped out of her belly enough sleep by turns bizarre seven days.

First, as Only drum belly has cracked, the station fell trivia Affairs - the very ones that are the same in the shadows of any city in the world. Then the crack was so big that through it slowly squeeze out - from the slowness of its bottom-up - the sun, red as any baby coming out of the womb. It is through strangled cry turned yellow and the whole town heard it, yellow, and said echo windows and gilded steeples, fun zablestevshih in joyful cry baby sun.

Behind him crept fat toads, and sat on the roof of the gray house, adding palmate feet on thick bellies.

Finally, as always, quietly, without a new cod or blue in the face, belly night exploded at all, and in the streets of the city was left after the whole of Moscow svingmir. And then the shadow of authorizing the night flew with them persons.

Carefully placed here on the merits of his severe at night, these people could forget about everything that does not fit into the belly of the night. They could be together and just simply is connected by a red compote and gray stucco. They glided across the parquet and tiles with seams - whee-wha-whoom-pada. They released hands to music could go inside. They were smiling because of her partner's shoulder, similar to moving back the tanks, or machines with rubber sides in an amusement park. They smiled every passer-by, each recognizing friends and every pair of eyes look like a mirror. They knew how to clap and knew how to dance - it is at this moment this can be no doubt. They knew that such happiness as the sounds of RJ can be just now. They caught themselves on what to dance to the sounds of alarm and sleep on, past the breakfast. They heard the music in his sleep. They saw the legend and themselves become part of them. They lived the life where there is important, and it does not interfere with anything compromised. They wandered around the city, which is all - recognition: individuals and entities, which runs from under the feet of descent and take off from the eyes of gold Maidan, which freezes box with cookies and interweaves past and a thatched roof nastupnyh days.

These men knew that they would return here, because anything you can do once you can do ...