victorian

OK I agree.

Well maybe this variant:"American love and Russian passion in Pushkino".

. The very next day Jack started looking for a job. He tried some grilled-chicken stalls and found himself in Chekhov Street where the owner, a Gipsy-looking stout woman with golden teeth offered him a job. Jack wasn't even asked for his passport or medical certificate. He put on an apron and set to work immediately. When the young man first saw thin pale blue chickens piled in the cardboard box he could hardly overcome sickness. The chickens looked as if they had died their natural death... ohmy.gif But two hours later they looked and smelled so delicious as if they had specially been cooked for the dinner party in honour of the royal family. Jack was starving. His mouth watered. He took a piece of chicken and began eating. - No!!! Spit it out, now! Bad boy, bad boy! The woman put her big fingers in his mouth and took the chicken out of it as if he were a puppy. - If you eat this, you will turn into a goat...oh...no, i wanted to say...the chickens are very tasty, but they are only for our dear russians", said the woman. It was a real riddle for Jack - "Maybe Russians like this kind of food? I`ll ask Natashka about it. By the way, what`s about salary?" "Salary? Are you kidding!?", the woman shouted, "You`ll work for food and must be grateful me!". "Oh no!", Jack exclaimed and run away. When he arrived home, it was empty there. He found a note on the table - "Dear, I went to the beach with Vasya, please cook dinner and tidy the flat. I kiss you my puppy. Your Nataly." Jack cried and started to cook chicken. At this moment someone knocked at the door. It was Iren, their neighbor. She was wearing supermini and smelled like rose. "Oh Jack, I`d like to treat you with my strawberry cake, I cooked it myself specially for you. Well Jack could you help me? I have a dream to learn English, please would you mind to be my teacher? I`ll be very very good student." "OK", Jack said, "You`ll speak like Merlin Monro in a year. Let`s start right now." "Oh sure!", Iren said, "But it`s quite hot here in the kitchen, let`s go to the bedroom. Oh Jack, you are so handsome and your hands, they are so strong and...". She gently touched his cheek with her manicured fingers and Jack hugged her hard and.......... Natasha came at this moment.

mariosik Недурственно

Lady LG

surickoff Как всегда классно! Много воздуха.

Спугнули парня

Я согласен тока давайте попозже... щас на это времени нету.Как найду подходящую невесту то тогда и будем думать как это дело отметить... ЗЫ Писанины думаю будет не меньше... Ну так чо, стартовать с темой "Женим DSS20"? Только вот ник бы тебе более гуманный..хотя

Lady LG Thank you very much. "Well well well it will be our wedding and honeymoon quite soon and she will see real Jack and forget about everything!" he thought. Oh poor Jack, how naive he was

А мы ждем от тебя фоторепортажа и подробного отчета!

Чего бесполезно? Сейчас торговли в переходе нет

Это какой то городской коллапс, у нас горячей воды нет уже четыре недели!

Тоже отправил письмо, текст сочинял сам, от души

С Днем рождения!!!

THE BUS IS TRAVELING TO THE LEFT WHY? Because you can not see the door to get on the bus. One bus, one question - left or right? But where is the door? I`m thinking day, I`m thinking night, It is eternal law It`s like - "To be or not to be?" And there is one door, Are you hetero? Are you bi? I suffer and adore!

А я бы предложил Грюн, для написания отчета

Bravo!

And since then Natasha started to call him - "My dear Jack-chicken"

It was heavy hangover next morning but only one thought lived in Jack`s ill head - "I must be rich, I must be rich in any way or Natasha would go to this russian slob Vaska, well I`d start my own business, but what sort?

This date with Vasya was quite good, I would even say hot. "Vasya-Vasilek, how wonderful you are!" she thought. "Would you like one more cocktail, honey?" she asked him. "OK" Vasya said, stretching himself and relaxing in the bed, " and come to me, my kitty". It was dark in bedroom and quiet musik was so nice. "It`s not a problem, Jack will be my husband and Vasya - lover", Natasha thought. "Oh life is so wonderful!".

Molly Malone Great!

"Oh my hero! Sure I agree to be with you forever! And it goes without questions we`ll live here in Pushkino so please buy a townhouse in the center, well not very big, I suppose about 7-8 rooms and villa in West side. Well... you know I hate cooking, gardening, cleaning and all these stuff and nonsense so please hire servants, not many 10-15 persons. Oh I`ve almost forgotten, Ferrary for me. I adore you, my honey!"

"I`ve composed the poem for you" Jack said. "Oh really!?" she exclaimed. "Listen, In this Russian land, I`ve found nice girlfriend, Imagine how, where, I`ll touch this blondy hair, Australia? No, Russia, My beautiful Natasha....oh sorry Zina And sure, babe, I bet, I`ll be cowboy in bed.

On this brilliantly sunny May morning, Pushkino was looking at its best... The sun was shining brightly in the cloudless sky and the birds were singing. Everyone was hurrying on his affairs without noticing natural beauty of nature. And then suddenly those who were sitting in the square next to the cinema Pobeda saw something really extraordinary... They looked at the monument to Pushkin and Krylov and couldn't believe their eyes! Our two great poets had disappeared and two ugly steel monsters were sitting in their place! One of them had a notebook on his lap and the other was drinking beer and talking on the mobile phone.But the table at the foot of the monument remainedthe same: "To Pushkin and Krylov." At the sight of the monument an old woman who was passing by fainted, a little boy dropped his ice-cream, a little girl burst into tears and a long-haired teenager fell off his skateboard. Suddenly a big long black limousine stopped by the square, the door opened and president Medvedev went out. He was accompanied by Zurab Tseritelly. "- Hello, Pushkino!" - he said. "I`d like to build a new monument here ",Zurab Tseritelly said. - Sure it will be the statue of your lovely mayor Mr. Lisin. Well I suppose it won`t be too big, just about 150 meters high. And of course I`ll rebuild this old monument, it`ll be Pushkin, Krylov and Mr. Medvedev in the middle. And all my statues will be created in modern style. You know, I'm famous all over the world and especially in Moscow. When Muscovites look at my monument to Peter the Great they feel such deep emotions that tears of joy run down their cheeks. Unfortunately there're some ignorant and uncultured people who don't understand my art, but you're not like them, dear friends, are you? The statue of Pushkin and Krylov was old-fashioned but now it looks terrific!" Medvedev and Lisin began to applaud cheerfully but the citizens of Pushkino kept silent. It so happened that the next day an American arrived in Pushkino. He was a tipical Yankee, tall, strong, easygoing and impudent. He wanted to meet the girl here, he had known her only through internet for two years and never met really. And the first date, in the square. To be honest he had the girlfriend in New York city, this Jane, afro-american, 120 kilos, well you can imagine but now...well. He was so excited and these butterflies fluttered in his stomach. She came almost on time, just was late only for 2 hours. And she was breathtaking creature! Slim blondy with deep blue eyes lady.gif He was shocked and fell in love at once. Oh these russian girls, it`s something mysterious and crazy... The girl whose name was Zina Skovorodkina lived in a big block of flats in the centre of Pushkino. - Hi babe! - he said - let`s go to your place! - Oh no way! - she blushed - there is a park near here and we can just go for a walk for a while. - All right - he sighed. - So, sweety, be my guide. Show me the loveliest places of interest in Pushkino,- he told her. - All right, but first of all let's eat something. I know a place where Shaurma is sold. Have you ever tasted our russian shaurma cooked by the caring hands of boys from sunny tadzhikistan? She smiled and touched his hand gently. Five minutes later Zina and the young American were walking hand in hand towards Sovetskaya Square. - Well would you like to go to the cinema? - she asked him. - Oh it would be great! But I don`t understand Russian. - Hmm... it`s never mind - she whispered and stared at him. - How stupid I`m - he thought. A film was quite boring but he didn`t look at the screen, as a matter of fact he didn`t see anything at all. It was dark here and she smelled so sweet and her hair tickled his face.

- Hi babe! - he said - let`s go to your place! - Oh no way! - she blushed - there is a park near here and we can just go for a walk for a while. - All right - he sighed