#fanechka

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20. Twelve, 1:00. YngmarYngve YngYnaryAnders: "Faina Ranevskaya's sister, Isabella, lived in Paris. Due to a number of circumstances, she moved to the Soviet Union. On the first day of arrival, despite the summer heat, Isabella pulled villeperdue stockings, wore a silk coat, gloves, hat, sprinkled himself "Chanel", and told his sister: - Fanechka, I'm going to the butcher shop and buy some Bon-fillet and cook dinner. Don't! - in horror has exclaimed Ranevskaya. The country was dominated by a thriving deficit and eternal queues. She understood how it would affect an unprepared resident of Paris. Don't! I'll buy! - Vanocka, Bon fillet should be able to choose, and I can proudly said Isabella, and went to the front door. Ranevskaya as Panfilov on the tank, rushed it across. I'm coming! - One pound of meat to choose together - it's nonsense! - said the nurse and left the apartment. Ranevskaya made a last attempt to save her sister from the shock of Soviet reality: - But you don't know where our stores are! She turned around and with a condescending smile rebuked: - You think I can't find a butcher shop? And disappeared in the Elevator. Ranevskaya collapsed into a chair, imagining the consequences of the first meeting of a foreign sister with developed Soviet socialism. But they say that God helps the foolish and blessed: just a block away Isabella Georgievna came across a small shop, a sign above which promised "Meat products". She looked inside: the counter is crowded and buzzing place, sweaty butcher was thrown on the scales they severed the cartilage and veins, calling their meat, and in the cash box, the fat cashier with a tower dyed the hair on the head like a dog out of the booth periodically barked buyers. Sideways, sideways Isabella made her way to the counter and turned to the seller: Good afternoon. How are you feeling? Buyers understood that it is circus, and, free, and as in a freeze-frame, all froze and calmed down. Even the sweaty butcher didn't inform to scales the next portion "meat products". And the former https://www.instagram.com/p/BrnE-1pliIF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nwm5e7tvtkjp

[inaryanders]

20. Twelve, 1:00. YngmarYngve YngYnaryAnders: "Faina Ranevskaya's sister, Isabella, lived in Paris. Due to a number of circumstances, she moved to the Soviet Union. On the first day of arrival, despite the summer heat, Isabella pulled villeperdue stockings, wore a silk coat, gloves, hat, sprinkled himself "Chanel", and told his sister: - Fanechka, I'm going to the butcher shop and buy some Bon-fillet and cook dinner. Don't! - in horror has exclaimed Ranevskaya. The country was dominated by a thriving deficit and eternal queues. She understood how it would affect an unprepared resident of Paris. Don't! I'll buy! - Vanocka, Bon fillet should be able to choose, and I can proudly said Isabella, and went to the front door. Ranevskaya as Panfilov on the tank, rushed it across. I'm coming! - One pound of meat to choose together - it's nonsense! - said the nurse and left the apartment. Ranevskaya made a last attempt to save her sister from the shock of Soviet reality: - But you don't know where our stores are! She turned around and with a condescending smile rebuked: - You think I can't find a butcher shop? And disappeared in the Elevator. Ranevskaya collapsed into a chair, imagining the consequences of the first meeting of a foreign sister with developed Soviet socialism. But they say that God helps the foolish and blessed: just a block away Isabella Georgievna came across a small shop, a sign above which promised "Meat products". She looked inside: the counter is crowded and buzzing place, sweaty butcher was thrown on the scales they severed the cartilage and veins, calling their meat, and in the cash box, the fat cashier with a tower dyed the hair on the head like a dog out of the booth periodically barked buyers. Sideways, sideways Isabella made her way to the counter and turned to the seller: Good afternoon. How are you feeling? Buyers understood that it is circus, and, free, and as in a freeze-frame, all froze and calmed down. Even the sweaty butcher didn't inform to scales the next portion "meat products". And the former https://www.instagram.com/p/BrnFMBXFujQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rzqahzqi95fv

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