Звиздужин...(old)

[mineral]

Икико, крутой медвед... Да...

[mineral]

Деффки, сторофф...

Какие скучные эти разговоры про фильмецы... ыыыыыыыы...

[zvizda]

Да ужс вообще. А уж сами фильмецы.. И как их татары смотрят :rtyu:

[zvizda]

Доброго времени суток..

[mineral]

Доброго времени суток..

А тебе - сутки доброго времени... :tongue:

[mineral]

Got to work. The stock market is crazy. The sun is shining. The earth is still revolving. The Universe is expanding. Co-workers are still friendly walking around without wearing evil smiles. Well, everything is more or less normal. That’s how the day is starting.

Now I am sitting at my desk. Sipping my first cup of coffee. Typing this message. The blue sky hides behind the window. Feels like spring but I know winter is coming. I also know there is a person out there, cutting pumpkins. I begin to wonder who it might be.

Someone’s entering the door. I hear steps in the hall. I catch the sound of someone's coughing. I know it’s Jenifer. She’s making more coffee. She likes coffee. It feels soothing and comforting in a way. Yeah, it feels like another day at work. I start typing faster. Who might it be out there, cutting pumpkins?

A co-worker comes over. He asks a standard meaningless question. I reply with a standard meaningless answer. He smiles. I smile too. He turns around and walks out of the room. I resume typing. It looks like I am typing even faster now. One thought drills my brain. Who is that cutting cutting pumpkins out there?

Who?

Oh, yeah! I got it. I know the name. Surely. All right, I focus on the name. I can smell blooming flowers. I can see crazy dancing. I feel I want to say something. Wait a second. What was that? That’s right. I really wanna spill it out. Well, I guess I’m gonna go ahead and say it. Ok, I am ready. Huh. Here we go:

Zvizda, good morning!

[Акватрель]

Минерал, ты ок?

[mineral]

Минерал, ты ок?

Йа, а что? :tongue:

[Акватрель]

Йа, а что? :tongue:

Nothing, honey))

[Ласка]

Got to work. The stock market is crazy. The sun is shining. The earth is still revolving. The Universe is expanding. Co-workers are still friendly walking around without wearing evil smiles. Well, everything is more or less normal. That’s how the day is starting.

Now I am sitting at my desk. Sipping my first cup of coffee. Typing this message. The blue sky hides behind the window. Feels like spring but I know winter is coming. I also know there is a person out there, cutting pumpkins. I begin to wonder who it might be.

Someone’s entering the door. I hear steps in the hall. I catch the sound of someone's coughing. I know it’s Jenifer. She’s making more coffee. She likes coffee. It feels soothing and comforting in a way. Yeah, it feels like another day at work. I start typing faster. Who might it be out there, cutting pumpkins?

A co-worker comes over. He asks a standard meaningless question. I reply with a standard meaningless answer. He smiles. I smile too. He turns around and walks out of the room. I resume typing. It looks like I am typing even faster now. One thought drills my brain. Who is that cutting cutting pumpkins out there?

Who?

Oh, yeah! I got it. I know the name. Surely. All right, I focus on the name. I can smell blooming flowers. I can see crazy dancing. I feel I want to say something. Wait a second. What was that? That’s right. I really wanna spill it out. Well, I guess I’m gonna go ahead and say it. Ok, I am ready. Huh. Here we go:

Zvizda, good morning!

Nice