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The February Revolution




In a raging intifada
stalled peace tanks.
All Englishwoman crap,
And most American.

Who of marriage clitoris
tore the oppressed classes? Who
through facebook and twitter
aroused the toiling masses?

We - the children of peasants and workers,
We do not need to go to their chat,
We see the familiar handwriting,
We know whose ears stick out.

We remember that on Independence
They tore the steering wheel.
They have burning buildings,
They need to cry storms.

In the Russian Federation not less corruption
and tandem irremovable,
But to us they will not succeed,
As we all know about them.

Let rebel rebellious
North Africans,
They still nourish
French and Americans.

around us the snow so the ice,
Heath da glens,
No wonder they - Bedouins,
Well, we - bedolagi.


February Revolution Government hammered nails for a nail in the coffin of our aviation industry, with its aircraft in the world market beyond China. According to reports from China, Chinese aircraft "S919" will soon be ready for real flights and testing. According to the forecasts, the first flight, "S919" must do in 2014. And in 2016 he will receive license and all necessary documents. As reported by the Beijing press, last week an application for a license officially adopted by the relevant authority. This has markedly accelerate the "S919."

already known that "S919" is designed to carry 150 passengers. This version uses the largest demand among the world's jet airliners. Similar aircraft is the Boeing (B737) and Airbus (A320). They will be the main competitors of the new "Chinese". And having already won the firm the principal market, to compete with them is not easy. But, according to the developers, will use the jetliner engines the new generation surpassing the characteristics of engines for Boeing. " Russian planes did not see the Chinese as rivals.

Meanwhile in November last year at the air show in China were already received orders for a hundred "S919". However, so far they have only Chinese airline. But, experts say Soon orders for the aircraft will come from many countries around the world, even from Europe. The Chinese understand: this will require a Herculean effort. But they are ready to overcome them and compete with their products.

invaluable help in that it provides the Ministry of Trade of Russia, headed by Mr. Khristenko.



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... have to take the brackets all the evidence, all Experimental accumulated material and ask the reader to take my word for that, firstly, when I say "class-neurotic," I do not juggle beautiful words, and enter full-fledged concept. And, secondly, the class neuroticism, as well as any other neuroticism, is based on the presence of two poles - positive and negative.
In our case, the positive pole (also known as the Hegelian "thesis") contains the unshakable confidence in this class absolute well-being of the current situation. Key words that make out that confidence in the Chief exclusive, and I would even say, esoteric slogan era: "All in chocolate." It is pronounced so often and so confidently, that I sometimes dream at night chocolate, I swear! But I will not bore the reader my goyevskimi (and even borhesovskimi) nightmares about chocolate.

I turn immediately to the second - the negative - the pole in the discussion I fateful bipolar psychological model. (I urge the reader not accidentally confused with bipolar geopolitical model, but if very much want to, then please).

At the negative pole (also known as the Hegelian "antithesis") - today a complete panic. Our political class, no matter how he tried to neurotically supplant the experience of Egyptian colleagues in general, and Mubarak, in particular, in the depths of the soul can not understand that the Egyptian bell tolls for him. The loss of power on the Egyptian model leads to a loss of property - the same model. And that loss of power and property in an environment where enemies "on-go-go as" they "on-th-th which "leads to the loss of life. That's what wanders into the subconscious (and in the inner corners of consciousness) in our class neurotic. Wanders - despite all the talk about "Chocolate".

So, is the Hegelian thesis and antithesis, Hegel. A synthesis is not. That is, it do not exist. One hundred percent no, you know?



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example of the Commission to combat fraud, by the way , well illustrates the state of "Public version of WWII history." Going to the commission twice a year. The rest of the acts are often in the genre of "franchise", just putting your neck on the books is very different scientific quality. The most unfortunate result of this approach - work under the name "the 70-th anniversary of the Second World War", released under the auspices of the Commission in 2009. We see in it a dump materials, some of which are not removed even underscores from Wikipedia (that is, they are obtained by Conventional Copy + Paste). And thanks to the mechanical addition of phrases from different sources meet there - passages such as "soldiers of the Red Army carried out a disciplined Command decisions. Brought up in the spirit of atheism, they frequently got drunk and arranged fights. "
on state strategy is not explicitly drawn. However, it speaks not only about the absence of senior government officials interest in recent history, how about the sad, dilapidated state of the domestic historical science in general.

After power when it is confronted with a problem, chooses from the pack that rests on her desk. And nothing on the table No: a unified concept of the twentieth century is not at all, it is formulated. When the state says academic historians: "Well, come on, we would like to hear your position, then the answer is very often asked: "What do you want to hear?" - and wait for instructions. They, figuratively speaking, not statesmen, they are loyalists. And in this also a huge problem.

science of history, our far behind Western in quite practical things: it simply dropped the level. This is not surprising: if Do not feed the parrot, he will die. Academic structure in the absence of funding does not work.

in power understand that "construct" academic historians under certain ideokraticheskogo concept, of course, you can. But the result will be that the task they perform is still not able to. They are for tactical expediency - not important what he did, but as reported - would create a chaotic something from which the hair stand on end. Example - the same work, "the 70 anniversary of the beginning Second World War.

But the government does not understand why he even history. Planning for three or four moves ahead, unfortunately, is missing. Therefore, when I say that, "Vlasov" version of war history in general was defeated, I mean, it's made public. It is itself, without government help to disassemble and throw the marginal concept. Although the total formal presentation about what happened here in the last century, once again, have so far not.


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Italians also colonized Libya (1911-1943), in the colonial War 20's contriving to destroy half the local population. In particular, an Italian colonist was shot and killed his father Gaddafi. Western sources accompany This explanation, that perhaps he was shot and killed for the cause, for example, something stolen. After the Libyan revolution, led by Muammar Gaddafi, 20 thousand Italian colonists not only kicked out but dug out the remains of the Italians out of their graves. That objectivity does not add too ... Education and health in Libya completely free and publicly available. Use of cash is limited, but banks give out money just so the people for what they - the citizens, within the established rent. Motor vehicle issued every two years, personnel from Libya show that they - quite on the level.

Libyans themselves are barely functional, except that the officials. For them, all the Egyptians did. Agriculture and industry, almost no - all imported.

Well, what these loafers were unhappy? And the fact that the tribe Gaddafi unfasten a little more than others.

clear what will happen next. At best, all oil-producing power quickly privatized, there will be new members of the Forbes list of billionaires, and the Libyans will graft to the Egyptians. And also find out that the banks only give the money back put, and even then not always. At worst - the civil war and somalizatsiya.

But, of course, the most interesting - because that's what we do about how people live in Libya's oil revenues, We tried to tell as little as possible.



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Monday, February 28 at his home in Paris 80-year life died a famous French actress Annie Girardot, the newspaper said 20 minutes, with reference to her relatives.
recent years, the actress had suffered Alzheimer's disease, which was she was diagnosed in 2006, and almost completely lost her memory.
During his career that started in mid-1950's, Annie Girardot starred in dozens of films, tried his hand in several roles, including comic. She has worked in television, theater and recorded music albums. Among her best known film works roles in "Rocco and His Brothers" (1960), "Dying of Love" (1970), "squabble" (1978), "stole the thigh of Jupiter" (1979), "The Piano Teacher" (2001), "Hidden" (2005).
In 1965, Girardeau was named best actress Venice Film Festival for her role in the film "Three Rooms in Manhattan."
actress grew three times winner of the French national film award "Cesar". In 1976 she received the award for Best Actress in the film "Dr. Francoise Gayan. In 1995 and 2001 she was awarded the "Cesar" for supporting actor in the film "Les Miserables" and "The Piano Teacher", respectively.
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... great sound, producer and composer Alan Parsons, who worked at Abbey Road. By the time he had already made his name and reputation for excellent engineer by working with "Monsters of Rock," as Paul McCartney and Pink Floyd. In particular, it was a sound engineer the album Pink Floyd «The Dark Side of the Moon», album of Beatles «Abbey Road», which until now has considered the standards of the studio recording ...
itself collective The Alan Parsons Project (hereinafter - APP) was formed in 1975 when Alan Wolfson has shown his conceptual sketches musical album, inspired by works of Edgar Allan Poe. Material like the Parsons, the more so because he was a fan of mystical prose of Edgar Allan Poe. Was decided to try to record an album. Wolfson proposed to divide the sphere of control. The duties included producing Parsons, the creation of the concept album and pre-vision of music and its arrangement, and recording, and partially - composer function. Wolfson took over the functions of composer and author texts, and all that are directly related to the performance of music. In the same year a contract was signed with the studio 20th Century Records.

studio album, title Tales of Mystery and Imagination, was published in 1976. To record the album was drawn a lot of session musicians. They were mostly those who had previously worked with Parsons, in the first place - the musicians collectives Pilot and Cockney Rebel, which amounted to a kind of "skeleton» The Alan Parsons Project, although the official APP has never had a permanent staff. In addition, the records were brought John Miles (John Miles), Andrew Powell (Andrew Powell) and other musicians. Tales of Mystery and Imagination is still considered the best album of The Alan Parsons Project, though inferior in sales this plates, like The Turn of a Friendly Card (1980) or Ammonia Avenue (1984). Tales is a philosophical creation in the best tradition of symphonic art rock with echoes of psychedelia, which is comparable in quality "Luminary of the genre" like Genesis and Yes. The album beautifully compiled and is perceived as a whole, rather than a set of individual tracks.
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In particular, it turned out that one of your friends is now living at the beginning of str. Gargarash, just opposite the Palace of the People Congress, which was burned during an attempted "rebellion" in the night from Sunday to Monday. She said that at this point the Supreme People's Congress ... there simply was not! He has already moved to another location, and the old building was empty. There not only was not enhanced protection, but in general there was no one! She watched all this "storm" from the window - a noisy crowd of young hooligans (of course, is her personal rating, generally characteristic of adult Libyans media call them "revolutionaries" or "opposition") just got into the vacant building, smashing windows and destroying all that came to hand, and then set fire to the building. There was not even any shooting as the shoot was just a nobody.
doctors working in the Central Hospital (Mustashfa Marchesi), located next to the Office of safety - one from places of major clashes on the night of 20/21 February, say that to him in the morgue received in May killed about 25 young people, but they were not the Libyans, and Egyptians. Generally, describe themselves as the Libyans, the riots in Tripoli attended (and were pioneers) mainly Gastarbeiter - the Egyptians (and they were in Libya for estimated between 1 and 1, 5 million) and Tunisia, as well as Algerians, Moroccans and negros (mostly refugees from southern Sudan).


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The Internet hit movie, in which the art director of French fashion house Christian Dior, John Galliano offends visitors Parisian restaurant.
After stating he loves Hitler and making the gassing remark, a woman is heard
to say, 'Oh my God' before asking slurring Galliano if he had a problem.
He said: "With you. You're ugly." Asked where he was from, he said: "Your
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The man who filmed his outburst told The Sun: "Galliano was sitting alone nursing his drink, when a few of us sat at the next table.
"Galliano kept intruding, throwing in comments about us and what we were saying. We knew who he was. He's instantly recognisable.
Видеозапись, сделанную на сотовый телефон, на its website has posted the British newspaper The Sun.
Video, According to the publication, took a familiar group of Frenchmen and Italians, who began insulting fashion. First, the source told the newspaper, John Galliano, who was in a strong drunk, listening to the conversations of their neighbors, after which he became openly with explicit aggression, comment on their conversation. As a result, the author has included video camera on the phone and get the record delivered newspaper.

on the roller can be seen as Galliano thickly declared his love for Hitler, who, he said, would have destroyed the home of his interlocutors, putting them in gas chambers. In response to a question he does not like the neighbors, the fashion designer called them "ugly", adding obscene insult.
incident involving Galliano became the third in recent years. February 24 designer detained in France for insulting the French pair, the address which he allowed himself to anti-Semitic statements. Four days later, it became known that a similar incident occurred with another woman living in Paris in October 2010. It is reported that all three incidents occurred in the same restaurant, and at least two cases, Galliano was drunk.
Shortly after Galliano was arrested in Christian Dior made the decision to remove him from office art director before the end of the investigation. Meanwhile, The Sun reports that after being on the fashion designer was accused of anti-Semitism, he sued a French couple, accusing them in turn to slander.


Film of John Galliano's racist rant in bar But one thing I know for sure: as we lie about Libya, in unison, in concert, organized - we not lied, perhaps since the war in South Ossetia in 2008. But then - remember - Libya is almost alone in its support to Russia in the UN Security Council, when our country was accused of aggression against Georgia.
Here's what he said then Russian son of Colonel Gaddafi's readers Seif-ul-Islam: "Libya has always supported Russia, between the two countries have excellent relations ... We understand, of course, that Georgia was the first start of the war: the Georgians just thought the Americans would stand up for them to come and would rescue them and fight with them. And it's a signal to all Countries that rely only on America, thinking that the proximity to the United States will allow them to do anything. Russia - our strategic partner, and the proximity our relationship, we can not compare it with any other country. We
support Russia in any case. " Libya - one of only a few countries in the world that stood in the way of the flow of dirty lies that poured on us then because of the events in South Ossetia. Today slander stream flows are already at the very Libya. And many Russian Media involved in this
deception. Do not give a history of delivery for this slander?








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«Do not believe anything you say on TV about Libya," - so often start writing from those who now works in this country, and quite is not going to go from there.

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Galliano declared his love for Hitler Krinitsky - Open letter head of the hospital

Citizens of Russia! Today you do not have medicine. You talk about the billions invested annually in health - it is a lie. We are talking about billions to be stolen under the guise of their investments in medicine. They will go to the kickbacks in the procurement of equipment and Drug Administration. You talk about corruption among health care workers - it your fault and our poverty and hopelessness. Person you trust the most expensive - Your health can not earn less per month than a beggar for the day. Those doctors who are still working in public clinics - modify record until retirement, or low-skilled and willing to work even for a salary (remember the Soviet "joke" - they pretend to pay and we pretend that work). Of course, in public health facilities are working and highly qualified professionals who actually save lives and health - the so-called corrupt, which angrily bryzzhut saliva from the stands stall officials. They are professionals who love their work and appreciate their knowledge and work. Their salaries is also negligible, as in other health care providers, but the "extortion" allow them to work for you. Unfortunately, few of them and getting less - are retiring fall victim to the "fight against corruption" (easier to grab the doctor, who took 200 rubles by cash paid for the reception than to go against the powerful official who stole billions). Behind the facade of institutions "free healthcare" There is nothing - just misery, despair and heroism of all the remaining doctors and health workers. There are no miracles, for "nothing" can only be "nothing." In the best case.
Alexander Krinitsky - Open letter head of the hospital
PS: the new year, for the first time in many years, the hospital received a new, in a beautiful hardcover guide for physicians. Guidance for completing the certificates of death. New Basis medica.

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Iran became the first Muslim country, has expressed formal protest to the logo for the 2012 Olympic Games in London, sent a letter to the International Olympic Committee (IOC), the Iranian agency ISNA. According to the Iranian Olympic Committee, in the logo of the 2012 Olympics, which is a stylized image of digits 2012 in the form of broken polygons, which placed the word London, and five Olympic rings, one can allegedly be seen the word "Zion", that is, Zion, under which, in some cases mean Jerusalem, and the very name of the hill has a direct relationship rise to the term Zionism.
In a letter of protest signed by the head of Iran's Olympic committee, Mohammad Ali Abadi, and Secretary-General Olympic Committee of Iran Bahram Afsharzade and addressed to IOC president Jacques Rogge, requested "to consider the question (about the 2012 Olympics logo) which in the case of neglect they may have a devastating effect on the future of sport, particularly at the 2012 Olympic Games in London. "The letter also contained a reference to the main principle of the Olympic Games, "excluding any racial, religious and political assessment." "There is no doubt that neglect of this issue on your part can affect the presence of some countries at the Olympics, especially Iran, who, according to the obligations adheres to the values and principles, "- noted in the letter. news agency ISNA said he Afsharzade, Iran's Olympic Committee was forced to protest to urge the IOC to take the issue more seriously. Logo 2012 Olympics in London for a year (!) Develop the agency Wolff Olins, and development cost of this emblem is about £ 400,000!
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Probably everyone feels quite a cultured man (at least one Learn-ICT). That's good! Let's raise the level of culture, to understand what a portfolio.

Opening VKPD, we read: Portfolio - a collection of work samples, photographs, giving an idea of services offered by the organization (Firm) or specialist (model, photographer, designer, architect, etc.)

keyword phrase - the services offered, which is quite reasonable, if you aware of the history of the emergence and spread the word. In general, because:

In the second half of the XIX century technology of photography has reached a level that allows her move from the status of an expensive and isusnogo entertainment in the discharge of domestic ordinary phenomena and begin to spread rapidly.

In the same period, I must tell you, public morality is slightly different from the present, namely: a visit to a brothel, if not the norm, at least not censured so furiously as we can see today as an example of any lustful politicians. Well, the man went to a whore, think ...... then the sexual revolution has not yet occurred, and family relationships, I suppose, slightly different from the present - this, incidentally, a very big and interesting topic, which for obvious reasons always costs a party in our culture.

Brothels were naturally very different levels - from the smoky Shalmanov where prostituku could have been taken directly from the table where she sat behind a glass shmurdyaka to institutions that claim to sophistication and elitism.
Traditionally, girls chose from the flock, driven by inspection, however, technical progress is not possible illuminates his person before a gang of whores, and enjoy special albomomi, which were collected photos of fallen women.

an uncle will come and sit to drink tea with kofiem, and he already have a few pieces of full-length albums (this is the way pervod verbatim from the French term - bring a great album!), where different types of imprinted sex workers.
Now back to the Public морали тех лет - надо сказать, что прагматизм был тогда не в моде, тогда был в моде романтизьм, пусть даже и бордельный.

Нельзя было просто снять барышню спереди/сзади, с раздвинутыми ногами/со сдвинутыми ногами, анфас/профиль, следовало обязательно ситуацию обыграть, пусть даже и самым примитивным образом.
В принципе task was simple: showmanship (or vice versa), sustained while existing decency. By a simple stress of mind, the owners of industry invented the move, which the girls stripping and decency maintained - were based on the characters of ancient myths, which according to legend, always go naked, so no claims to present to him was not .... such a wonderful compromise between morality and promotional materials.
invent the course of events you can make your own, I will only mention that the images of nymphs and dryads accompanied by the attributes of their existence - water, plants, all sorts of little animals - the reality is limited flowers in bouquets, palms in tubs and water into a basin, it is formally possible to observe the atmosphere of myth. (Right now zarzhu).

Actually, this stroke of genius brothels artists was subsequently transferred to pornoizobrazheniya (by the way, maybe it was the exact opposite, who knows?), and then was replicated on stage - First aktriski and dancers, then to other goods and services.

In this life portfolio is used very widely by people of any controversial trades (You can if you are to present a model without a portfolio?) And, of course, to a large extent lost its flair bastardnogo origin, but black males are not otmoesh incandescent " First portfolio shoots a very special group of photographers (most of them somehow in a special merzotny), secondly "obygrysh image" is still here, to be sure you pulled kaku some trash pricheshut the most idiotic way, and forced into a seductive and romantic position ... impossible to put down from brothels roots in the waning art form.


My friends, I'm actually about what - if you go shoot yourself portfolio or, God forbid, have gathered to withdraw in this case a child, think as to whether you need this album is of dubious origin? It may be better to go to this photographer, but still better to take pictures of themselves, always two or three hundred pictures, you can choose five good ones, at the same time and the money will tselee and moral scruples will not appear.

So it goes.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

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Say, for 250 pe for the California roll in a Japanese canteen - this is really cheap?

A 250 RE for premium chicken, which can be dining a family of 4 persons, not expensive right?

A 250 throw pe for two volumes of poems in the book dealer - not clear whether the madness!

Here I am about the same ...

Friday, February 25, 2011

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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

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HG Wells. The history of civilization.




Great book, on which is to teach history in school (adjusted for new scientific data, of course), written fascinating, clearly and easily. Exception is only the latest chapter of the 20 th century, in the beginning where the author is reasonable to stipulate that there can be free of emotion and subjectivity, as writes of his time. Well, obsession Judaism a little lacking, but it is not only Wells gets ...

Generally Wells, whom I first saw a good writer (much better Conan Doyle, for example), strengthened me in this opinion.


Recommended reading for all, especially teenagers.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

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Classic Ski Marathon in Demino at Rybinsk.




My wife - a fanatical skier, you probably already know. Once upon a time I did it to instill an appreciation for this case to quit smoking. Who could imagine that all will have such an unexpected consequences?




In Demino we have visited in the summer, my daughter went to a sports camp, and we transported her there, even post in my LJ was where I bathe in the Volga River. However, the winter of Exercise in this blessed place we had just heard on TV or in sports broadcast look.
In Demino for several years held skating marathon, but there are participants under a thousand, and that I can not stand, here gathered together hundreds of smaller, respectively, the reasons not to go was not.


18-02-2001

We left on Friday at 11 o'clock in the morning - like earlier, but still took the kids to school while I was handing out instructions for the work, not previously published. It took 4.5 hours - not fast, but not fatal. First of Yaroslavl to Sergiev Posad, then along a deserted road R104 to Uglich, and there are already close to Rybinsk. The only obstacle - A section of road between the turn on Mishkin and the actual Rybinsk, where 30 km of track has 27 villages and the road is tortuous.
Places - smart: open spaces, Volga, sparkling white made, as many heart aches. The abundance of ancient villages, now, however, semi-abandoned and not very tidy, once again makes the release the curse against the commies, dovedshih the country to a coma.

On this occasion of the visit I made a deep conviction that the North of Russia should as soon as possible to separate from its southern part, let them be there in his own shit crawling, and we will live very well without them.



Now, however, return to the main Related ...

arrived in the afternoon, settled, had even a little ride, despite the temperature at minus 25 degrees Celsius on the go skiing published characteristic howling and screeching, ehalos matter.

Anticipating low humidity tomorrow, his wife was trying to pass on to all ski waxes slip vysokoftoristyh, on besftoristye - I hardly dissuaded her, promised dinner at a local restaurant, Pier.

restaurant is good there - built the wood (the largest wooden restaurant in the world, as stated in the certificate hanging on the wall - can be so, but in Argentina, I think I saw a bigger size, but without a certificate:), fed in It is quite good, the cook for such places quite good, but unfortunately, in the Russian province in any place, even in a good restaurant there is a place of native public, for which most cultural of all kinds of recreation is a blowjob in the men's toilet, which I unfortunately had to contemplate, when you visit a specified institution.

Back home we saw with horror at the window, that the thermometer is close to the mark of minus thirty .... the world stood in awful anticipation of tomorrow of the day, well, we quietly went Nabokov.

(the thermometer, unfortunately, poorly visible, but there is a minus 27.4)







February 19, 2011

Looking out the window four o'clock in the morning, I saw that the temperature rose to minus 22.4 - it is pleasing and encouraging to tolerable conditions for the coming day. And indeed, for breakfast we off even at minus twenty, and returned in minus eighteen, at the same time went a little snow, and significantly increased humidity.

An hour before the start we went to warm up, drove a couple miles back to the hotel, stripped down to racing form (as well live a hundred meters from the start), and 11-55 were replaced by in the rear rad starters.
However, with the stratum, we ran very well, once beating almost all runners who zakovyryalis cornering. A half-
meters was nehily lift, which we also ran at a trot, made me wonder - "And what for I do it? That way I will soon fall, completely deprived of its weak force! ". I had to moderate the pace of movement, Sveta immediately took off ahead of me ...
After another mile had to make technical stop, to remove out of place wearing a ski helmet from him misting goggles, and indeed it was over, it was not really even cold.
While I was tinkering, almost All I have to pass, well, damn, I went quietly, as a walk, with the sole purpose to get to the finish.

photos from the marathon, of course there will be no I have the camera with me at the race did not take ...

track was not particularly difficult, was mainly in the fields, there are small tyagunki, dives, nothing spectacular. Katsila, though not particularly well, and push hands did not work - despite the rolling ratrakom, the route was generally mild, if you truly lean heavily on sticks, they penetrated the upper crust of compacted ..... all we have in the sport for some starvelings doing the right word!

in the woods ehalo better, but wood was scarce, so I rolls people who were left behind on the first few kilometers ...

The first 12,5 km range, I drove an hour and one minute, which was very happy - it was not so bad as I expected. For the second time on a single circle on the rise, managed to run up close to a group of skiers and outsiders to gain a foothold for them. I have, in principle, imagine it is my clients .... painfully insecure they rolled, and in the slides went even worse than me. Thus, in admiring the surrounding nature and spins vperediiduschih, drove I am the second round, after which stopped to drink and chew morsiku raisins. At this time, I whizzed past the leader who went on finishing coil, I is such turns left two more.
Incidentally, the second round to go with the same speed as the first - hours after 25 km, was 2 hours and 2 minutes.


third round of anything not fundamentally different from the second, only I had to give way to the messengers, outstripping the circle, but there was not much of ICDO, overtook me, man 10 max.
At the finish the third round time was 3 hours 5 minutes - very rhythmically and rovnenko, even the most liked ....

However, misgiving arose in the body - because of the inability to properly push sticks, had strenuously swing one's arms down, that was not in vain - to 42-kilometer grabbed the left back, suddenly and very painful .... in the end group, which loomed large in the neighborhood and was in the plans of my lawful prey, immediately drove off from a field of view and Such was ... sad.
here and my strength came to an end, and five kilometers from the finish I started to dribble and stop ..... but to gather the remnants of the forces, and said to myself - "Think only then Pyaterochka, I trudged on, like a horse, a feeling of intimacy at home.

counting the steps remaining before the final descent to the stadium, I suddenly found Rolled that trails on which skis normally drove, was carefully cut ratrakom. Mitus had to barely visible track, filled with rubble Emery, razor blades and sandpaper ....
But Then with these torments and ran a column and I overcame a steep descent to the stadium, because the Charter waist is not allowed priyant aerodynamic stance.

faint and dizzy state of expanded consciousness that is so prized by all athletes, Marathon I crossed the finish line under the countenance judicial aunts ..... The voice on the radio announced the result of my 4 hours 15 minutes and how many out there seconds, 24 th by age group, I received a finishing package and supported by long-ailing elbow finisher wife went to the hotel, so there quietly die ...

However, this is me in any way failed as soon as I got a gentle stream of hot showers, as I stretched out an icy wind blowing through the open window - The wife listened to the results of the winners.
"Hurrah! I'm in prizes "- she cried in response to my cry, calling for her to have a conscience and does not freeze my loins ... - Quickly get dressed and go to the awards ceremony ".... Where there, I was careless enough to wet his thick hair, so just go for it is not I could, had a long, thirty seconds, to wipe his head with a towel to the street is not a cold and did not get meningitis ...

However, half-dead, but I dressed a civilized and dobrel to ceremonial Piglet, where awards are already in full swing:




Prizes us wife slapped pretty thing there just was not .... but keep silent about it:)



After the procedure, we otovarili dining coupons in the canteen, after which you can finally! relax in your room. Unfortunately
there was no one who could drink a bottle of merlot to me from Barton & Guestier, so dinner had to go dry, and after glass of red wine after marathon ordeal - so nice:)

20-02-2011

morning was a perfect ski pogodzha and we do not deny myself the pleasure to ride on without haste yesterday кругу:




Надо сказать, что в какой-нибудь Финляндии в погожий выходной день на подобной трассе было бы непротолкнуться, однако мы повстречали лишь grandfather in the vast hunting skiing, wandering through the village, but one man, caught up with us in the fields, while we photographed:


But trail-chic! Technically simple and beautiful, goes over the Volga in the fields and copses, revealing stunning views at every turn, and besides, the day was gorgeous - a real pre-spring, the peak winter udovostvie and foreboding close of March.

No, the audience in our province the best pastime honors cultural holiday, which I already wrote to the above: (((


After the walk we again visited the restaurant Pier, where the main character was a mother and a smooth kotische:



offering awesome views of the Volga:






And I certainly want to ever again go back to again experience the same blissful feeling of fullness of life from staying in a truly glorious place ("Pier," it's not just the name:)


Monday, February 14, 2011

Can You Make A Pram On Sims 2?

Sportmaster for suckers.

today had the case for 15 minutes in the store Sportmaster. Observed the following:
to Checkout periodically people coming to shop, they say: I have so many bonuses, please sleep with their cards in payment for purchases.
Molchel behind the counter stares at the computer, shaking his shoulders and politely say: The computer does not show your bonuses. People are a little puzzled (as well as I Even SMS is now!), but molchel again shakes his shoulders and said that from him nothing depends. People a little perplexing, but once the time spent on the trip to the store and the amount of bonuses in general, is small, then fine, pay nalikom and go.
During the time that I was watching the cash register, the pattern was repeated ten times always with the same result, from which it can be concluded that I was present at the banal fraud on the part of the store.
me, and most came SMS-ki from Sportmaster (why would a sudden, I am now five years, as there was nothing to buy), it is not good, not good.

Let us wish this is not the most honest enterprise when it appeared nominated shop for professionals, but because of the primitive greed slip into trade waste, and is now coasting to fraud, quickly go broke and make room to someone more worthy.

So it goes.

Can You Play Hd Through Vga

Ski Race climbers. 30 km, chamomile.



yesterday rode the race, organized by one of the few remaining Moscow capable of climbing sections, in this case - MEIshnoy.
In past years, organizers have suffered certain razdolbaystvom, but over the years dealing developed, and now the race is very conditionally, no complaints.

's only start was organized by a highly controversial way, but there's nothing to be helped, it is obvious that tried to make it better, but in the end on the winding ryhlyake people broke the stick, not without it.

not to damage the equipment at the start did not show off, resulting in the entire first round had to drive around in convenient places less fast skiers trapped in front. Maybe it was not too bad, because circumstances zamoderirovali my head, chtov result possible not peter out after 20 miles.

Ski riding tolerated in dense areas because just flew, and I easily rolls competitors.
The third ten people get drunk and managed to pick up quite a few kids ski form, but could not get closer to the guy in the wide trousers, which are perpendicular like a bulldozer. As a result, in the last kilometer, I tensed up and walked him through a good technique (in the picture I cross the finish line, and he pulls back.

Overall enjoyed it, I would like that future health allows to organize similar entertainment :)

time of 2:11.12 on the course - is quite natural for the current state. We are waiting for the protocols.


Shl. Another great Russian MEPC [info] flute_plute and [info] moncave for having supported me morally and Pawpaw tea and made some pictures that can be found here in this album: http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/al-al2005/album/108419/?p = 0

Friday, February 11, 2011

Women Wearing Tight Girdles

Sony Versus poppy.


here, say I guys, why all youth so greedy for Apple products, Mac?

remember that even ten years ago, she was nominated only as a crap, created exclusively for printing.

No, I do not mean that there are interfaces or syakie not about the fact that all samotychnye screen is like or not like. I mean what I have lying around the house ancient volkmeny from Sony of different generations, from the 80's finally can, all on the move, insert batteries and forth .....

What AJ-products such that there is good? I think it's too soon comes into disrepair over Sonyami.


Shl. I epplovsky interface do not like it, I'd even say annoying.
ZZY. I have a friend give to by Apple products are always on trial, much of which was not all some abiotic it turned out, did not go into widespread use.
ZZY. The fact that any goats obsessive trumpeting Learn about the advantage of Apple, of course - paid for, it is unclear why people continue to buy unneeded junk for the insane price.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Burning Throat Stomach

r_wine_partizan @ 2011-02-04T12: 38:00

build-clicking the bubbles in the collision, they make sounds. Do not forget to add sound.


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Thursday, February 3, 2011

Hair Salon At Jcpenney

from guns on sparrows.



Author - now an atheist, completely immersed in the anti-religious polemic.

you draw them pictures of the consequences of the victory of the clerics all kinds do not differ much from the pictures of hell, drawn these same clerics.

Well, what? A couple of interesting facts from the book in any extract you can ...

Read recommend only if you are ready to debate with the priests, because in the book are proven recipes for plugging the scholastics and the Sophists. And so, voschemta, read boring.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Target Commercial Song In Spanish

r_wine_partizan @ 2011-02-01T12: 39:00



Before you working model of the solar system. In full-scale.
left above the sound and speed, right above the date.



Thursday, January 27, 2011

Generic Names For Chips

suddenly.




None of it did not expect this:)

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Things To Use As Lube For Male Masterbation

Smillie Jaspers and European civilization.




a long time since I have not taken into the hands of detectives.
Wonderful reading - saaspens, info, plus a love of Greenland. Earlier This desert area is absolutely not interested in me, now willingly will visit on occasion.

good little book, essential reading.

Shl. Incidentally, I adore snow and ice, if you had time to forget.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Johnson Bros China Old English

Politics ....




Frendo, but help me please, I'm yesterday's eye saw the bear met motherfuckers leaders parliamentary factions, not far from where he sat some babischa with horrific hairdo on the head ..... the photo is in the left corner .... who knows what kind of creature want to examine more closely the form of oxygen-free life.


Shl. I would be happy to place here the photo of this character for public discussion.

Monday, January 17, 2011

What Does It Mean When Hematocrit Level

Vodka.

Here on the one event I brought the stoparik vodka. As presented, I would have to drink it, already shaken .... began to refuse to invoke close competitions, etc.
looked at me like an idiot, and right off the bat: "You have che, do not respect?"

"No - I say - do not respect it because you want me to rape"

Just do not end up a fight, the right word, it's better to say that wired an alcoholic, not a man did not offend. What kind of people eksel-moksel ...

So it goes.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Pokemon Heartgold Sprite Sheets

Birth of complexity.



Reading this book will inevitably come to the conclusion that life is as taint appears in more or less appropriate for her circumstances, would probably not surprising that it find somewhere else besides Earth, but what if it suddenly does not find (but this I tell you, practically impossible).

Friday, January 14, 2011

Couple Budget Template

monkey work.

1. We live not far from the circus Sparrow Hills - not the best neighborhood, I must say. But today was just a mess: all the cars parked on the street at night was taken Copernicus in an unknown direction in order, to seamlessly accommodate coaches leading up to the circus children (as I understand it, from children's homes). Difficult, probably have something against this, but I allow myself a few words.
Imagine a situation where you're going in the morning from home, do not find a parked car in the evening; surely, the residents of neighborhoods mentally prepared for this turn of events, because, if not the first time, but where do you want to look for his wheelbarrow? Do you think it accurately moved into a nearby yard? Yeah, right ....
second moment: do you think of the buses drove modestly waiting for their passengers who traveled on child holiday? You are extremely naive - almost none of them jamming the engine (shabby provincial buses on diesel fuel have seen counterfeit - they are), and they stand in neposredstvkennoy proximity to houses, but where they go bydlovodily pogadit, too, can easily understand.

In principle, a great event - were brought orphans to the circus (not the most, among other things, an intellectual of the classes), report back good and trumpeted it in the campaign, how nice! This is not a daily painstaking cultivation of high-grade man is cheap and cheerful! Russia cares about its children ....


2. Our children are engaged in language in the school of additional education, if you have no idea what it is - I'll explain: after regular classes they attend something more like free linguistic circle, which, in fact, more than just a linguistic circle. Them there and teach dance and songs, and a lot of what else ..... kids love these lessons and run on them running, even though its high load. It should be noted that blyagodarya additional training, they say the language very well.
general DO teach in multiple languages, in addition to the main European there just a lot of Chinese ... Do you know of places where children are taught the Chinese?

should add that education to the free, take back all comers (not all, of course, children are interviewed at admission, which is quite natural, and can say that taking a very objective, you are not some shitty MGIMO ...). It is also assumed that the salary of teachers was not terribly kind, believe me, I am a professional can not judge the person's income povidu this man himself ....

In principle, anyone is to not interfere, but ...!!! They occupy space, they also burning heat and electricity ... so yesterday during class (I stress, the middle classes (such as, children in the ass) in the UP there are people from Sobyakina and sobyakinsky read out an order to cease funding and weaning facilities). And quickly, with sweeping ...

Actually, not add, not subtract that .... I say - another confirmation of the strategy and tactics upyrskih nits, whatever it is called - a plan Doe?

In principle, all reasonable and practical, Pupkin sobyakinyh and easy to understand - what with their hands to nurture those who subsequently will consider them as inferior, in spite of all circumstances and all the propaganda? They are not very fond of the Moscow intelligentsia, just before the tremor and involuntary salivation.

Please note we are not talking about the transition to self-financing DO, the introduction of tuition fees, maintenance facilities, etc. Parents, perhaps it would be somehow moved .... not-a root cause is found, so the output is only one - Liquidation.

Obviously, children from orphanages are much more appreciative audience in all respects for the plan ny ...

Well, wait and see.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Who Is Kate From Kates Playground

Vive la France!!!

Endemic англификация расстраивает меня. Как бы это повежливее сказать, но в России англомания всегда считалась уделом людей не самого лучшего характера и тяжёлого disposition, and
current version of it to the same highly defective poshiba - U.S., which absorbed most repulsive and misanthropic from the Anglo-Saxon culture .... Well, God bless him, I do not about that.

Once upon a time I was a boy and studied at the school, where he taught French. I studied well, probably a good thing, but the French were interested in me, just like a mind game, imagine that ever need to apply it in practice, in those dark times was impossible.
course in high school, I became aware of the attractive force of a different culture, but rather only as an opportunity for fresh air, sticking his nose at cover soviet garbage bin. By tenth grade I was able to achieve quite a decent level that allows easily to talk about nonsense and read gossip detectives without a dictionary! Actually since the language is not particularly rusts in the head, in those infrequent moments when you have to speak French, it turns out almost stress-free, almost automatically, that, frankly, surprised me. That's what it means to learn the language as a child!
But again, I is not about ...

Actually, I want to introduce a French song, which I think needs to hear every cultured man, the more so because it does not take much time and does not require
intellectual strain. This is a classic French song that showcases the depths of the French soul. Translation, I hope not need there and everything is clear:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0JRm_yw408

Alas, video is not embedded, but not too lazy to click on the link, great cartoon.






this song we sang in the first grade choir boys, and I am still tormented by the question, if only the Methodists of Rono, who owned not a foreign language, penetrated the intricacies of the plot, they would have remained cool, or shown shovels vigilance?

time passed, replaced by junior middle, then, of course, the time has come an overabundance of hormones, and even in France there is just one interesting topic is really rewarding - the language and culture allows dive into it very thoroughly.

bad influence Anglo mentality seems to me at least that peredmet having in French no less ten reflect the subtleties of names in the current Russian language is exhausted in short, unmistakable signs of having a tracing from the English (speaking, Of course, pro Tits), and it went very vulgar, it's not in Russian in the end ...

course, we are addicted to the Anglo-American music, as well as other peers knew by heart the content of album mega-groups Seventy; but that French music - is something quite different, a different attitude to life and to himself and to others, pity that in our country, this topic is not delayed, so it seems, and the French themselves are now quite different.
Incidentally, in France, the Anglo-American rock ever was not particularly popular, its enough. Let us, and we look funny clip from the 70's, he looks good and is now quite easy (this song, forgetting about the chronicles of a small boat, we sang in high school:)



Returning to the hypothetical people of RONO I can say that such forms of immersion, they would not approved. Although there is not anything special - a common thing for young people (although sex education in schools were introduced much later).



Now all this it seems ridiculous, but we must acknowledge that such liberties in the middle of the party and Combes pioneer mentality rolled just because firstly School We had no extra soviet piety, and secondly (and this is important!) the teacher, we were cool: young, charming, intelligent and bright - I'm still in love with them at all. It was they who paved the duct in the Soviet cloaca and trim our oak and brick brains to more or less the human condition. For what they are, Of course, a tremendous merci!

Monday, January 10, 2011

Burgundy & Burnt Orange Wedding Colours

baked snegovichka



first experience in liver cupcakes.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Footed Pajamas Sewing Pattern

Everyone is going crazy in their own


Here's how you run for a year?

If you do not like jogging, then, probably, not at all .... but I seem to know how much per year overcame a run, good people do not give to forget ....

2005 - 1507 km
2006 - 1562 km
2007 - 1473 km
2008 - 1314 km
2009 - 1197 km
2010 - 1262 km

In general, it is understandable why in previous years, I was thinner , than now, then, will work.
course, it's winter, I have miles to 800 rolls on skis, but the summer tyschonku at large, but still, compared to the cross-country fanatics, none of my volumes.

Whenever summing up, I draw a guglirfe circle diameter of the annual distance (just for fun) in the past year I managed to reach the Stockholm ... we'll see what happens in this:)




Friday, January 7, 2011

Pastor Anniversary Letters Of Congratulations

The card homeland

See on Yandex.Maps


Impressed yesterday Travel map Ugranskogo studied region of Smolensk region. The names on the map stirred my immature mind, neighing. That is, a blatant example:


Mokhnatko - Village in Ugranskom district of Smolensk region, Russia. Included in the Podsosonskogo rural settlement. Population - 4 person (2007).

Located in the south-eastern region, 22 km south-east of the Ugra, 16 km south of the R132 highway Vyazma - Kaluga - Tula - Ryazan, on the banks of the river Popolta. At 21 km west of the village is a railway station on the line Vertehovo Torzhok-Bryansk.



, however, think, like you used to live in a village with a population of four! resident? whether there is electricity and other benefits of civilization, I think you answer yourself.

Unfortunate my country ....

Reasons For Bleeding After Polypectomy In Uterus

Moscow-Smolensk-Moscow-Kaluga.



went to visit Vassilich in Smolensk. (5-th and on January 6)
Vassilich lives right near the ski slopes, so the city could not see:) but rode naslavu.
track is small, only about 4 km, is preparing by local skiers - not ideal, but for such circumstances is good, we had fun.

the evening went to a restaurant Smolensk Fortress - A real, 100% tavern, if not full of other places without visitors, everything would have been awful:) and so completely.

morning drive another tridtsatochku, had dinner and went to in Kaluga for children, stayed with an aunt.

way, Minsk highway - quite tolerable, unlike the infamous road to Peter, and the coating, and equipment (with a cafe, of course, Ass, as elsewhere in Russia).

But on the road from Smolensk to Kaluga, had to travel 150 km from Kaluga Vyazma to local highway to be honest, expecting the worst, but it turned out reasonably well - almost always managed to go 90-100, though the highway was almost empty.



from Kaluga and Moscow went to Kiev highway - also very decent, True, a decent part starts only on the Kaluga and Bryansk in the direction (we had to drive through the site five miles) is a magical nightmare to go there strongly do not recommend (one lane in each direction, asphalt like a washboard).

the middle of the road in the city were Balabanovo attack cops, who were sitting in ambush - garbage fabricated a fake computer image speeding, disgusting, of course, let zadavyastya, nits. However, it did not spoil our overall impression.

So, hello to all of Smolensk and Kaluga:)

Shl. Yes, keep in mind that the snow from the streets to Solenske practically clean, and in Kaluga all licked up the last snowflake. These cases ...

Monday, January 3, 2011

On Grid Inverter Schematic

Pro knives.

I have a weakness, I'm partial to knives.

noticed this peculiarity in childhood: I liked take knife in hand, worn on a belt or pocket, is very like the process of grinding, but most of all I liked to use knives: cut, chip, scrape, cut something ...

Interestingly, this tendency is characteristic of all men in general (something genetic, inherited from ancestors), and may not be the only men, but for women too? Women are in fact used knives constantly and much, certainly not less, if not more men ...

Now, I also constantly wear with a knife, suitable to the occasion (of several).



folding pocket knives

1. Knife lying in the backpack - perfect for an autopsy packing, cutting the seals, for other random work necessary townspeople. Firm type Magnum, the country of origin is unknown.



2.Nozh lying in the portfolio - has one distinct advantage: not vyzvanivaetsya metal detectors, apparently due to the small size and thin blade. In life it is mainly have to cut apples and peaches for spontaneous office feasts.
Classic (albeit tiny), Opinel, bought in France.



3. Knife lying in the inner pocket of his jacket off. Used on the same spontaneous feasts in polite society, when the public moves in an unexpected place. Ideal for cutting cheese, pates and cured meats. Made of soft steel nerzhaveyushey quickly sharpen to razor sharpness. Classic lagiol from the "cow":) Bought in France.





4. Where do without Swiss knife? I take it with you when traveling, because it performs many functions, as you yourself guess by looking at the picture. Donated to the DR about ten years ago:




Knives utility


5. Classic northern knife made of modern materials. Very uhvatisty and lightweight, the water does not sink. I take it with you hiking, when a heavy backpack. Bought in Sweden. Not a bad steel, which, впрочем, достаточно легко заточнить об любой камень:





6. Рыбный нож: им и почистить хорошо, и выпотрошить, и распластовать. Также отлично годится для slicing mushrooms, vegetables and soft meat. Bought in Finland:




7. The modern version of Fink. Few pontovat, but good at simple incursions into the forest and at the picnic. In any case, the belt looks very impressive. Bought in Finland.





Here, these are the knives, which are almost constantly in use (as appropriate situations arise, of course).

There are several special, and a few souvenirs brought back from distant countries, if you're interested, I can then write and about them.



Say, you use the knives in their daily lives, whether to carry a folding knife?

Shl. Cchitaetsya that the knife must operate. The fate of a good knife, lying without use, it seems to me fatally unnatural.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Womens Girdles And Hose

PRE-TRIAL PRE-TRIAL


NOTICINE

I wrote this fic for the 4th of fanfic_italia p0rn fest. Hey this is the first time I participate (and I write a story p0rn!), Have mercy! : D
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: Red, NC17
Prompt: Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter, "How, pray?" "Enchantment Sturaorecchie, Malfoy . The Wizengamot gave you probation, but only to my care "
Genre : I was
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me but to JK Rowlings (not that I ever write something about them XD), we do not gain a penny apart from your own reviews, so be lengthy
* _ * Warnings: slash, lemon, language, sadomasochism, non-consensual, BDSM, bondage, crossdressing, violence, descriptive, descriptive sex, extreme sex.

PRE-TRIAL IIII

9 FINAL CEREMONY

In the four days that separated him from the process, the other man returned five times. Three of them in the company of others.

Draco really began to hope that condemned him to kiss, or that he did fulfill Potter - not that there were their to count, given the way in which they had left - finally giving him the right to commit suicide.

did not believe that his body was like a torture device. His education was based on guilt and emotional blackmail. Previously, he had taken only by Potter, during the days preceding and at school - but there it was fisticuffs between puppies, nothing more.

And Draco realized that even in the past few days together ... there was no malice in shots Potter, when he raised his hands. There was violence, yes, there was a rush, and sadism ... but not evil. There was passion and love ... almost

And his humiliation ... even there, there was no malice. There was a perversion, and a certain sadistic pleasure, and a kind of absurd complicity, recognizing the power of the other, almost with love ... yes, Potter had given them to him for this, for love.

And Draco had taken for love.

When he arrived the day of the trial, Draco was lying naked in the cell, the vacant look dirty and legs, cheeks smeared with tears now dried.

did not know what day it was or what year it was or who he was and why was the world.

The first few times he tried to kick and had caught a couple of Cruciatus Fracci and a beating. So

had become a dead thing. A dead thing has a couple of holes open now available to anyone.

Draco Malfoy wandered lost in the maze of his mind and remained only on the earthly world her body, a broken body, in very poor conditions and barely react only to pain.

Draco Malfoy had forgotten to be alive.

When the door opened, and a wand was pointed at him, Draco did not even move his eyes.

"Detainee A-407, is the time of your trial."

still does not move and fix a point in a vacuum.

"Are you deaf? Get up and move, disgusting. Why are not you wearing pants? "

Draco stood up and picked up his pants and put them on and all this seemed completely pointless. Man knew because she was wearing under his uniform on.

"It stinks to be sick." Said the man when he knelt to free from the shackles and handcuffed his wrists and ankles.

not answered.

'Well, you waiting for? Out and walk. "

He did as he was ordered. The man led him into the room of the change in uniform and put his hand box.

"Change."

Draco looked at him inquiringly. He opened the box and took the collar, rigirandoselo in one hand.

"I do not have my clothes." He said.

"What?"

"I have no clothes. Apart from those who wear it. "

" I'm yours. "

" I know. "

" And how do you go to trial? With this thing on? We are already late. "

Draco shrugged. He winks at his uniform, visibly stained with blood, and more. To carry it so, the guards threatened them, the process, all right.

"Shit." The man put his hand through his hair. Open one of the other boxes out of the question was: To prevent theft, each was equipped with a magic mechanism that allowed it to open only at the trial of the prisoner concerned. suddenly a great knock on the door made him almost be a hit. He turned to Draco. "On your knees, on the wall with their hands up."

Draco obeyed, a bit 'slow movements from the handcuffs. His eyes were fixed on the wall and could not see what was going on behind itself, but also heard the voice.

"I'm here for the trial of Mr. Malfoy ..."

"Oh, Mr. Potter! There was a small problem with the clothes .... I ... "

" Excuse me, but the Wizengamot has been waiting for half an hour and you are likely to delay the deliberation process. Where is Draco? "

" Draco? "

" Mr. Malfoy. "

" Oh, well 'is ... here. "

" Well, let me go. "

" ... It is not very presentable. "

" It does not matter. Let me go. "

" I repeat that ... "

" let me in. I said! And I take off your hands off me! Stupeficium "

Draco felt the thud of the guard fell to the ground, rattling the floor under her knees. And the voice of Harry and his hands on him.

"Dr ... Malfoy, Malfoy oh, What have they done? "

There was shooting and Harry looked around and examine it with shining eyes. "Oh my God" The pointed his wand on his legs. "Scratch Net." Touched his hand clutching the collar. "Does it hurt anything, Malfoy?"

Draco did not answer. Harry casts spell some analgesic on his body and had a slight feeling of relief. Then he transfigured the rags he was wearing a shirt and a pair of pants. Not that the situation would improve greatly.

"We must we go, Malfoy, or lose the trial and sent him back a month. "

Draco did not answer yet, but it seemed that he understood.

Harry took him by the wrist. "Come."

"The defendant sit down."

Harry shook. Draco seemed to be the worst of the murderers, the vacant look and the hands still stained with blood. Had not noticed, when cleaned, and although it was probably his blood, did a nice effect. Draco obeyed passively, as it seemed to do with any order. The chains rattled the chair, but did not move as they had done with him thousands of years ago. He sighed with relief. Maybe it was a good sign in his favor, at least one.

listened to the list of accusations and shook it again. There was for several life terms. There was a kiss.

"The defendant has something to say?"

Draco did not move. Do not even move his eyes.

"The witnesses for the prosecution to rise up."

were fifteen. The first twelve Harry did not know them, but he was almost on his knees praying for Ron and Luna help him.

Ron, however, said a few broken phrases about how the mead was not prepared for him that did nothing but emphasize the attempted murder of Dumbledore.

"I mean, could not have known that would happen in my hand, no? He wanted to kill the president. So here, in reality has not really tried to kill me ... oh, miseriaccia. "

Luna made a pathetic speech on the alleged property Gorgosprizzi and sweating of Draco.

"You see, the cells of the Manor were infested of Gorgosprizzi! And probably Malfoy secretes some substance through the skin ... maybe it's present in his sweats. When he came to check that we had not escaped or that Ollivander was still alive after the torture, all Gorgosprizzi melted away! "

He probably wanted to highlight this alleged ability to Malfoy elementally of Gorgosprizzi as a merit, but the result was only worse.

Katie Bell made a tirade about how he could die and also made use of various medical reports. A roar of indignation burst from the crowd. Something was launched from the ramparts of the public and when he went to hit on the shoulder Harry saw Draco that it was a rotten egg. The judge struck the gavel.

Ten pm in the silence became almost unbearable.

"Witnesses for the defense: Harry Potter."

Draco had left the chair as the embrace of a Dementor. The chains were shaken but had left him in peace. It was concentrated by being present at his trial, but the company seemed impossible. His mind continued to leave. He barely heard the speeches of the fifteen witnesses for the prosecution. The only one that had seemed have a minimum of direction had been to Luna Lovegood, which was saying something. However, he ceased to be any illusion.

was dead.

After the pull of Katie Bell, someone threw a rotten egg at him. He closed his eyes. He had no hope.

And then, Harry Potter began his testimony. He talked and talked and Draco did not do nothing but watch his lips and eyes, and he could not hear a single word.

And yet, the jury retired for the verdict.

Draco could not believe his ears.

"By decree of the Wizengamot Mr. Hyperion Draco Malfoy is acquitted of all charges, based on the testimony of Mr. Harry James Potter. The Wizengamot recalls Mr. Malfoy that may apply in the testamentary provisions of the Ministerial Severus Snape. The court withdraws. The session was closed. "

Acquitted of all charges.

The court withdraws.

The sitting closed.

Draco found himself in the sunlight with the collar in one hand and divided miserable and leaned against the wall of the Ministry trying to avoid the many looks that said they were ostensibly completely disagree with the decision of the Wizengamot. Leaned against the wall and waited for Harry.

Harry went out with his hands in his pockets and his head down. Draco saw him and approached him. She looked at him, opened his mouth and he was without words.

"Malfoy." Harry looked uncomfortable. "Now you're free."

"Draco. Call me Draco. Thanks, Harry. "

" Do not thank me. I did what was right. "

" I ... I'm in big trouble, Harry. I need your help. I ... "

" Have not you heard, in the process? Snape she left her home in Spinner's End is a bit of galleons in the bank. There is no need for you ... ask me. "

" It's not that. I ... I can not put one thing alone. You should think about you. "

" What? "

Draco held out his collar. The studs sparkled for a moment in the sun, in contrast to the shiny black leather.

"tie it to me, please?"

* THE END *

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IIII III II


NOTICINE

I wrote this fic for the 4th of fanfic_italia p0rn fest. Hey this is the first time I participate (and I write a story p0rn!), Have mercy! : D
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: Red, NC17
Prompt: Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter, "How, pray?" "Enchantment Sturaorecchie, Malfoy . The Wizengamot gave you probation, but only to my care "
Genre: I was
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me but to JK Rowlings (I do not think that ever would write something about them XD) we do not gain a penny apart from your own reviews, so be verbose * _ *
Warnings: slash, lemon, language, sadomasochism, non-consensual, BDSM, bondage, crossdressing, violence, descriptive, descriptive sex, extreme sex.

III PRE-TRIAL

7 DISCUSSION

The next morning he woke up on the couch. A tray with breakfast on the table was down there before and Draco stared at him sitting on the ground, smoking, an ashtray at his side.

"Draco."

"Potter."

"... I've prepared the breakfast?"

"No."

"And that?" He pointed to the tray .

"It was the Blue Fairy."

"Did you dress ... woman? "

" No. "

" And those? "

" They are the clothes of yesterday. "

" ... "

" ... "

"I did not know you smoked."

"Sometimes." Draco hesitated. "I took one of yours. I hope you do not mind. "

" No, I do not mind. "

" ... "

" ... "

"I'm sorry for last night."

Harry looked surprised but did not answer, let it continue.

"It's just that ... I do not know."

Harry approached him and gently stroked her cheek. "Maybe I was the force too much time."

Draco frowned. "I do not know."

"You want to talk about?"

"It's all very confusing." Began. Then he realized that was the very first time in recent years, the part that someone asked him how he felt about something. "Very confused." He repeated.

"It's not like you poisoned my coffee, right?"

"Evita unhappy characters, Potter."

Harry closed his eyes. Rosmerta. The poisoned mead. Ron drooling white foam on the ground with convulsions.

Draco's past was a minefield.

"Sorry, I was not referring to ..."

"Hmmm-mmm."

“Ieri sembravi molto arrabbiato.”

“Lo ero.” Esitò. “Ero anche molto spaventato.”

“E oggi cos’è cambiato?”

“Non lo so. Non importa più, suppongo.”

“Che cosa non importa più?”

“Niente. Non importa più niente. Puoi farmi tutto quello che vuoi.”

“Cosa intendi con ‘non importa più niente’?”

"What ... how to put things ... nothing has more importance now."

"Nothing is more important?"

"I do not know."

"Draco & hellip and if nothing matters, what does it matter? * "

Draco stood up and took off slowly. It stands naked and thin in light, in front of Harry. He had nothing on him now. Only the collar and make-up tired, and yet it was beautiful.

He took a few steps and knelt at his feet, dirty bare shoulders and between her legs, her hands on the flap of his trousers. He pulled down his blue jeans and stuck his thumbs in the briefs and Harry stared at him trying to understand.

Then it happened just that Draco took it in his mouth, gently, and then sucked and licked and let it go to slam sull'ugola, and I really felt in my throat to vomit, and Harry felt breathe and breathe faster and faster, and forced and forced until Harry came in, a stream of dense and hot sperm. She swallowed and

Harry licked his penis and felt a tear round settle on his pubic hair and looked down and met the desperate look of Draco.

"Import that you respect the deal." He clenched his eyes. "Import I do whatever you want, whatever you want, Potter, I'll be your whore, without emotion, your slave without pride, the dog that brings you your slippers holding them in his mouth, and I'll let you hit me and abuse me as you want in these days that remain, and no matter whether the process will arrive bruised and your semen, I do not care more leads us on a leash if I dressed up as the worst of whores, I do not care if the whole wizarding world will treat me for the rest of my life as the foul that gave away the ass to be done, I do not care if you say I'm a fag pervert and corrupt I do not care if the name of my family is ruined forever, all that matters is ... "

" You? "Harry asked hopefully.

"is that you respect the deal. Now they are in dance, dance. I'll do what you want, you let her do what you want. And you get me the acquittal at the trial. "

" You ... think in these terms? You're doing to do these things just to buy you freedom? "Harry looked stunned.

"You've never seen Azkaban, Potter? You know what awaits me there? "

" This has nothing to do. You live like this ... blackmail? Violence ... a ... abuse? "

" Why, what is for you this? "

" of a game. Of ... "Harry's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, without speaking. "A fucking game ... love."

"Love?" The roaring laughter of Draco's sent a shiver down the spine. "Here we talk about everything but love, Potter."

"You're wrong, I ..."

"You what? Do you love me? "He had said in a sarcastic tone so that Harry did not dare say yes.

"I ..."

"Potter." Draco dropped back down and crossed his legs. "Here I am, naked and available with a collar around his neck. You have four days to get me the fuck you want. I told you not plant them the most grief and do not oppose more resistance to anything, as long as you help me with the process. What the fuck more do you want? "

" I do not know, Malfoy ... if you live it as a violence, none of this makes sense. "

"What?" Draco's eyes grew huge. "How should I live this? Be dragged to a collar, naked, humiliated, violated and treated as the last of the whores from your enemy of all time? What should be, for you? "

Love, Harry thought, but merely said:" An erotic pleasure .. a game. "

" An erotic pleasure? A game? This is a perversion, Potter, shit! "

" But it turns me on. "The Harry did this.

Draco fell silent and looked down. "It is not true." He whispered.

yes it is true, thought Harry. And suddenly he understood.

"You have not released any of them." He said.

"They who?"

"I thought that when we did those things ... I am the Master, thou slave, and there was no one else ..."

"Potter, what the fuck are you talking about ?

not found the words to explain it. But he understood, finally. They were not alone. Draco was not alone. Draco was the omnipresent shadow of love Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, dozens of generations of fucking Malfoy set with the rigor and decency and honor, made love in the shadow of all his fucking meaning of fault, all the people who had nearly died or had died from what he considered his responsibility to fix it while you were there was to dress up as Harry Potter woman, his father, his mother, his teachers, his friends, all who had completely different image him.

Suddenly, Harry felt a wave of horror vacui image of the abyss of shame and violence that Draco must have felt, maybe it was just too humiliating for him to make love with a man ... yet Draco was gay, was clearly gay, but could not agree to be in the eyes of Lucius and Narcissa or her ancestors and her eyes were constantly on him constantly on his soul, even though Lucius and Narcissa were miles away and her ancestors were lying white in the small family cemetery of the Manor who knows ... it had been humiliating to lend to be fucked, used, mistreated, humiliated, with those eyes staring at him ... that's why he threw up ... that's why burst into tears out of nothing.

"You let yourself do this only for the process? You did not understand nothing, nothing ... nothing these days, anything about me. "

" What do you mean, Potter? "

" Do you think the kind of person who lets himself be bribed with sex or making sexual harassment? I will say at the trial, Draco, has nothing, nothing to do with your presence here or not. "

"Are you saying that all this was useless?"

"No, I'm not saying that. But obviously, if that's what you think, yeah, it was all in vain. "

" I will defend to the process? "

" I did not say that either. Draco ... "

" Do not call me Draco, please. "

Harry bit his lip. "Malfoy, you do not understand anything. The reason why I did this ... I wanted us to be ... you and me. I wanted you 'bout to feel ashamed and feel guilty about things you're not responsible. I realized I wanted this. I wanted ... "

" What the fuck are you talking about? "

" You feel guilty ... you feel guilty for the attack on the school, for the final battle, you feel guilty about Voldemort, you feeling guilty for the arrest of your father, the death of your mother ... you feel guilty for things that make no sense, Draco, because you are a fragile person and the world out there takes advantage of you. Do not you understand? For you, it makes sense to feel guilty for having contravened to my order?! I know ... when I told you to look at me, yesterday in the bathroom, or when my dinner was a bit 'burnt? "

" No, Potter, "Draco began acid, but Harry did not let him finish.

"Exactly! There is no point feeling guilty about things like that, as there is no point feeling guilty about all the dead War Magic! Not your fault! It is di Non. Guilt. Your! Draco ... no sense of shame in front of me go to the bathroom or dress like a woman or make dinner or get me a blow job, just like no sense of shame to have that mark on your arm or your father or the son of a ... "

" Enough, please. "Draco's face was hidden in his hands. "Enough! I can not. "

" Stop! Cut it out of shame, DRACO! That's what I was trying to do, that's what I wanted to ... get rid of all those feelings of guilt and shame and the shame that useless and all that prevents you from living your life as you deserve! It was not to punish you for something in particular. It was fucking punish you because you have this irrational need to be punished, for your fucking, irrational guilt, here. "

" ... You wanted to break free. "Draco was looking at him like watching a crazy dangerous. "And why, pray?"

"Oh Draco, how do you not understand? Because I ... I love you. Maybe before I was violent, but try to understand, I'm the fucking hero of the wizarding world! The pagan idol goodness! I never allowed a moment of cruelty, a time in the wrong ... all have expectations in my comparisons, you expect me to be always good, always with reason. But you do not expect anything from me ... Merlin, Draco, you can be with Harry. With you I can be myself, I have to download the repressed, and I lot of repressed, I admit, but it is for me because you're different from everyone, you ... Morgana, Draco, I love you. Really. I love you. "

" You're sick. "Draco stepped back a few steps. "You are really sick. You're a pervert. I do not need a cock. Nor to be punished. Neither of you . "

" Draco ... "

"Do not touch!" Draco almost escaped.

"Draco, you do not understand, I ..."

"You have brought me here because I love to humiliate , and all I had to pass through your hands will not count for shit process to say exactly what you want? "

" I ... yes, that is ... "

" I want you to bring me back to the Ministry, Potter. Now. "

" No! You do not understand, I ... "

" Take me to that fucking cell ministerial "

Harry's arms fell to the sides of his body. "You really lived as an act of violence? I can not ... I can not believe it, Malfoy ... why did not you say anything? Why, then, at times it seemed that you like ... "Draco had

back up to find himself more and more cornered. His eyes were wide and short of breath.

"Take me to the Ministry, Potter."

Harry swallowed and looked at him a long look disappointed. "If this is what you want."

picked up a pack of cigarettes left in the floor and lit it. He drew a long breath and bowed his head.

"Yes, that's what I want. I want to bring me back right away. "

" Go and play, "murmured Harry. "Do not I can certainly bring that."

"My clothes have them thrown in the garbage."

"They were disgusting. Take something from me. "

Draco turned away and walked into the bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of jeans lysis. The jeans were the size of Harry, but fell to pieces. The t-shirt had belonged to Dudley and it was huge. It seemed that we sailed into Draco.

"You chose the clothes I had worse."

"So I make them just coming off."

Harry bit his lip. Damn, damn. He did not understand anything, and now that one possibility che avevano era svanita per sempre.

“Toglimi questo dannato affare.” Draco infilò due dita nel collare di cuoio e Potter lo fissò, sempre con quello sguardo inespressivo.

Si avvicinò e gli tolse il collare, poi glielo ficcò in mano. “Portatelo via, per favore. Buttalo, facci quello che ti pare.”                                                                                                                                          

"Why?"

"I do not want. Would hate to have it before my eyes. "

" Get him yourself. "

" I can not do. "

" So I take that too, just arrived. "

Harry ignored the latter comment. He just ask

"Are you ready for the Joint Dematerialization?"

"Yes"

"Give me your hand."

8 THE CONTRACT IS BREAK

cells were patients of the Ministry. Nothing seemed to have changed a bit since there appeared to pick up Malfoy. A row of gray doors, endless in its squalor. He handed Malfoy

two guards in the room to change uniform. The bit immediately against the rods.

"What's the matter in hand, Death Eaters?"

"A personal item."

"Do not be granted personal effects. Da ' here. "Draco glanced at Harry, and stuck his neck in the hands of one of the two.

"I thought they burned your house filthy with all the shit that was inside." Said one.

"Mr. Potter, you can go." She added other things, lightning.

"... I have to break a contract with Mr. Malfoy."

"Ah. Then wait here. You undress and put the clothes in the box one by one, you bastard. "

Draco undressed and put the clothes in the box.

"T-Shirt white one." Marked the guard. "Blue jeans, either. Shoes, either. Blank Canvas. "

" are his clothes. "

" His whom? "

" Potter. "

" You mean Mr. Potter, the son of a bitch . The guard gave him a backhander. Pop echoed in the room, but Draco did not blink. And Harry bowed his head. He was also concerned that any noticeable marks on the body of Malfoy. What an idiot.

"I am also his shoes." He Malfoy.

One of the guards gestured to another, which took out the clothes from the box and delivered them to Potter.

"Put the uniform, disgusting."

Draco wore the uniform and waited, standing, stiff.

"Anything to declare? Diseases, allergies? "

" No. "
" Mr. Potter, can proceed. "

Harry pulled out the contract. She handed him a pen. "Clear your signature. "He said.

Draco the gate, without looking at him, then laid down his pen. Harry hesitated, took it and also erased his signature.

The contract fell apart in the air between them. Harry looked at Draco. Draco looked away.

"Then it ends." Said Harry.

"Go." Draco replied without looking at him, earning glares from the guards.

Harry hesitated for a second last and still is dematerialized.

The prison began as before. Monotonous and violent.

As soon as they had beaten in his cell, Draco lay down on the only side remained to healthy as he could from the just previous lesson in good manners of the guards. Had seemed to them that they had behaved as it should be or with another or with Mr. Potter. It had taken care to communicate more directly that, in the transition from the change room to the cell.

even now was bleeding from one eye. The left. At the touch was so swollen and hard to doubt that began to be able to open again. Perhaps it would be become an old convict with a ball and chain and an eye patch and he would be called Guercio. And the mothers would tell their children: do the good, or I'll call the Guercio Guercio that ugly! And children would have done good.

Or maybe the Dementors would have kissed him.

Potter Or maybe it would prove to be lousy Gryffindor who claimed to be sentimental, and fulfilled and he would be out of there and he would commit suicide.

Who knows. There were all possibilities, and as in Russian roulette, not that it was really reassuring. Life is

a perverse game. Where had I heard, that phrase? Locked

the eye healthy. Slaps him again resounded in my ears.

"Potter." He whispered to nothing.

Maybe it was the case of falling asleep. To get some sleep '.

To die a little '.

Hoping not to dream here, not that.

It made a kind of cushion with his arm, pulled further down the shirt of his uniform as possible against the cold, and then your knees to your chest and thumb, almost unconsciously, in the mouth, collapsed in sleep like a sick child.

He awoke in the cell, and there was neither time nor space. Two square feet except for two square meters. It could be night like day. Piss in the grate on the floor and groping in the dark, as they had trained long ago, he recognized with a finger bowl of water and a piece of stale bread. He decided to leave food for later, but he was too thirsty. He drank the water.

At one point his tongue recognized something different consistency, more slippery. Almost threw up. The spat had

water.

Coughing and gurgling, stumbled in the chain and ran into the metal door, making a hellish noise. Frightened, retreated and crouched down in the opposite corner of the cell. Hoping that the noise had not ... had not ... But

. Distinctly hear the knock of a rod that was leaning on the door, the vague murmur of a spell, the trigger locks. A shaft of light struck him for a moment, the door opened and shut on its defenseless body.

"What the fuck you were doing, filthy Eaters? Lumos. "

" Nothing. "

" trying to escape? "

" No. I tripped. "

" Sure, you tripped, right. I'm taking the piss? Tell me, take me for a ride? "

The man's hand grabbed her cheeks and pulled. It hurt.

"No." Draco moaned.

"You spit in the dog of your father. Filthy murderess. "The man drew a powerful punch to the stomach. Draco gasped.

"On your knees, dirt Eaters."

"No. Please, no. "

'Do as I told you, dog!" The pointed his wand at. Draco dropped to his knees.

The man undid his pants and raped her mouth. He moved in him pulling his hair back with one hand and pointed his wand on the temple with the other.

That's what made you Potter, tried thinking about Draco. We're already past. That's what made you Potter. Nothing else.

Apart from a wand pointed at his temple and the fact that this guy calls you "dirty Eaters" and "murderess" and your father calls "dog".

"You have a pretty mouth, asshole. Like that bitch your mother. "

your mother" bitch. "

Draco closed his eyes. It was all different. Harry threatened him with death. Harry Fucking as if he were an object. Harry cuddled. The prepared breakfast. Harry also took care of her pleasure.

Harry had never called Death Eaters. " He never insulted his mother and even his father.

Harry had told him that she loved him. Since

call him Harry?

The man came out of his mouth was just hard. Without moving the wand, ordered him to turn around.

"No ..." she pleaded.

"Hush, slave disgusting." I slammed the wall of rudeness. Draco heard the sound of his pasty cheeks flapping against stone, metal well known in the blood, pain.

Then he broke. With the intention

likely to give him all the harm possible. A dry, moving into him brutally, savagely, knocking him against the stone. Shouting "filthy Eaters" and "bastard servant of Voldemort."

When he had finished, I dropped to the ground like a lifeless doll and spit on them.

Draco had no more tears to cry. He stared into the dark trying to focus on something other than nausea, pain, wet between the legs and the feeling of be split in two.

Two bright green eyes, brown curls, peach skin. A lovely red mouth, nasty, iridium spark to him. A face loomed in the dark like an effigy of salvation.

Harry ... oh, Harry.

me away from here.

continues in the next post: D

NOTE * This sentence is JSFoer, but it was too good to not steal it.