Soviet Army Day
On behalf of the Soviet Army veterans, congratulations on a remarkable holiday 23 FEBRUARY!
I wish you health and happiness.
In the era of developed socialism this holiday awesome It turned into a sexual way (I do not want to say the contrary, the word "gender") alternative Women's Day 8 March, and was adopted by the URA of the Soviet people, greedy for the extra opportunity to have a drink with or without it.
About the Army back then long forgotten, and for some reason, congratulated the boys of all ages. And now, in Uzbekistan it is probably only remember the same monsters, as I do. About Russia, the US and Israel do not know.
Spring we smoothly flowed from the fall, passing the winter. Outside + 21C, + 29C house.
The battery may burn up that cat fur is afraid to go near it and escapes under the sofa.
I also just took off the last fig leaf, to increase the heat transfer area.
Here are just a wise fruit trees are not going to bud, knowing dirty spring weather. But the bazaar sea green onion flavors, cilantro, parsley, dill and cheap hot cakes in our bakery.
Therefore, I imagine two of his new spring pattern.
Picture 1. "Dream of the Civil War hero Vasily Chapayev".
This picture is not recommended for viewing for people with fragile psyche I supplied her with a frightening label "18+". But it will refresh your knowledge of school algebra course (a * x ** 2 + b * x + c) and Soviet folklore (Two famous anecdotes about Vasily illustrated therein: "Quadratic polynomial" and "Stop or I'll shoot!"). The natural modesty had not allowed me to draw or write something that could Only utter aloud. Maybe I'm not doing well, but usually try not to look at the work of famous artists. To eliminate the temptation to borrow something. And here he's picked up and looked at the work of the notorious sculptor Vadim Sidur. And here's the result.
Scene 2 "Son plumbing (caster keys)".
Here everything is clear. The brutal expression of key gas muzzle always reminded me of a cobra grin. And who, if not the plumber, he had to have imagined a hangover.
That's all there is.