Sometimes a day longer than a year, time is lying, and it seems that all the battles are lost ...
March - liar. It depicts what was loyal in the summer, and in fact secretly poking the genius of winter. The clouds have already walked summer, empty, but suddenly it was cold, they thicked up, and went rather strange rain - from the sky there was a loose, in a snowy self-confident water. The rain lasted the whole day until the gold spots were finally led.
However, already the next morning, the chamomile raised and turned their white and yellow radars to the sun, the roses were harvested, and black drosses came into some kind of artistically raised delight. Over the scented flowers of Alychi boiled bees, eternally agitated smoke chicken chickens Mr. Athanasius came out of the header for a walk.
The past week was meat, our whole mountain baked meat on coals. According to tradition, this is done on Thursday, called cycopempti, - in honor of the "cycles", the fat smokes rising from the brazier from the baked lamb, which was fed, and may now eat voracious Greek gods. "Groom at that time Baran, and wine is especially soft."
Mr. Jason Pek Meat is not only on Thursday, but also additionally on Saturday.
- Jason, are you so frying meat? - Mr. Athanasius was surprised.
- Not! - answered Jason.
- What are you doing?
- I drive evil spirits!
***
Agora is full of inexpensive pleasures. Starring wines, olives round, olives are long. Raisins for food and for wine. Some fabulous transformations occurred: radish reached the size of the apple, and the zucchini, on the contrary, became with the marigold. There was a halvah of different species - chocolate, vanilla, chocolate-vanilla, with almonds, with orange slices of zucats.
"Why didn't you call me yesterday, Maryo?" - Strictly questioned girlfriend Mrs. Andromache. - I waited all evening!
Maryo timidly replied:
- And if I say that I forgot?
- Then ok, - Andromach instantly folded the weapon. - It would immediately say!
***
Mrs. Eustafia praised Mrs. Vasho her husband, the seller of Costa's clothes. Kostas himself, the most stylish seller of Agora, stood nearby, well combed, smashed into a fashionable shirt, and listened carefully. He also carefully listened to the conversation of a friend of Costas Pericles, a long-hearted healthy with such a dark face, as if he was rubbed dark brown paint.
- Which Costas is a wonderful person! - Evenphia admired. - Rare!
"Good," Vaso agreed.
Pericles grinned and said expressively.
The word took Costas:
- Indeed, I am ... I never perceived my customers as a client ... they are all native people!
"Good," Vaso interrupted him, "but there is one drawback." He smokes and hides cigarettes.
"But ..." Eustafia spread his hands.
- After the third heart attack! - Vaso raised voice.
Eustafia pressed his hand to heart.
"I'm not hiding anything," Kostas stacked.
- Do not hide? Well, tash your bag! - shouted, irritating, Vaso.
- Not a bag, and clutch! - Glowing in response to Kostas.
He opened the case for points, demonstrated - "empty", opened alternately several branches of his "clutch": empty, empty, empty. Vaso looked at him with sarcasm.
- Empty? And what's that? - She won two cigarettes from an invisible pocket.
- And this ... It was here.
- What are you afraid to smoke before your wife? - joined the conversation.
- Oh, you, jellyfish ... Why do you join? What is irony?
- To the fact that, for example, I have - the pericles showed on my extensive breast, - there is no infarction!
"Of course not," Kostas objected him. - Because you, pericles, - Lazy! And the heart attack is a medal of a worker!
"Well, yes, well, yes ... and most often - posthumous," Vaso added, and immediately spun enough.
***
Meneli stood at the Adoption of the Apostle and tried to find out the price of potatoes. The apostle did not answer.
- You do not notice me! - It was offended by Meneli.
"What are you, what you," woken up the apostle woke up. - I was just ... uh ... in his world. Now I'm completely in your.
***
Nectarius sold strawberries from Elida and Latuk, screamed on the whole Agora:
- You are welcome! You are welcome! Buy Latuke! Reloss from meat! Strawberry variety "doctor" from the strawberry capital of the world! Nowhere are there strawberries, except in Elide!
- How anywhere there are no strawberries, "Stavros Zakumakis objected. - What about Ahey? Ahasey strawberry?
"Well ..." anyway, nectarians were not embarrassed. - But Elida is the homeland of strawberries. Strawberries and Olympic Games!
"By the way, about meat," the conversation of Yakumakis, who wanted to scratch the tongue. - I'll tell you the story. On cycopmpt, called his village, brother. He says - imagine the situation. Only came coals, the meat is ready, call familiar and report that Fotius died, my friend of childhood. Fotis is a pity, but ... and the meat is a pity. What to do? I ask the Council.
Stavros first paused. Netary asked absently:
- And what advice did you give him?
- I said - Jar meat! Block on fire! If Fotius was alive, he would also sing.
Obviously, Stavros was pleased with the breadth of his views.
"Clear," nectarium sighed. - What was meat? Lakes?
Stavros stared at him in amazement, they say, latitude, but not to the same extent.
- What are you. I did not ask - he was like a mourning.
***
Young Greek, Tonya, on long legs, a nicknamed, as a mosquito, asked Netary:
- Why do you have a strawberry here, - the girl spread his palms wide to show, what a strawberry nectaries are, - and my grandfather is like this: the girl moved a big and index fingers, leaving between them a very small distance. - Open your secret!
- Hmm! - Netary frightened the high, with the antique lobs and loud and loudly cleared, as if going to make a statement:
- My strawberries ... She is simultaneously steel and sweet! In the mouth, pleasure, in the soul lust ... However, enough! Enough to describe. My secret is that I am proud of my strawberry!
- ABOUT! - surprised by such an unexpected know-how Girl-Komar. - Be proud?
- Yes, I am proud of, - said Netary and added to the halfone below:
- I am proud of all berries, but I choose only big for sale ...
***
Prokokiy poured wine into glasses. Dry foam, in imitating champagne, creating an appropriate mood. Prokoki drank and ignited, as if he was swallowed, but liquid fire.
- Pey, - handed out the next portion of Manolhis.
"Perhaps, it will refrain yet," Manolis refused. - I already drank two glasses.
"Nothing, drink," the procopies nodded. - God loves odd.
***
The trees bloomed along the roads, the grass - the landscape of Sglitte, piss with milk, honey and wine, but in one place, where the seeds are growing and some long yellow flowers, for some reason it smells like a Pskov region, that is, strict, very green dampness. I caught myself that I build a route so to pass past this place, even if it was uncomfortable.
***
Prokokiy led an active trading: Brunually argued Mrs. Aspatia, that stuffed squid is better fried, periodically distracted, popped out on the miscidence, that is, a narrow path between the counter and screamed:
- Buy now, pay never!
By envying me, the proof was put the burlesk pause. I put in front of me with my palm, then turned it to the right to the book, pointing out where I was to park.
- Where have you been? - asked uglyznno. - long time no see!
"So after all, I saw a week ago," I began to justify, but the proof was interrupted with a majestic look "I meant it." "Look," the proof showed on a removing old man in a bright vest, spacious pants, with carnivorous lys. - He asked me to introduce him to a woman to make a massage! Imagine?
- And you?
- suggested one or two. Quilt. And he refused!
- Yes, what? - I played out the proof proof.
- Exactly! To give him twenty-year-old! World has gone mad! Twenty-year-old! - Baured proof. - Sorokheletnaya did not fit him.
"The better for the fortieth," I noticed.
Prokokui looked around, I was already turned to leave, but grabbed me for the elbow. I stared in my face with a look of Pythia - drunk and insightful.
- Wait. And with you what?
- What happened with me?
- You're sad. Do not argue! You are saddened. I see - you are psychologically depressed. Tell me.
- Uh, well, I have not been at home for a long time, I have not seen relatives and friends ...
- Enough! - interrupted me proof. - I understood: you lack your root. What do you do? Top! Everything will change. Everything will be fine! For sure!
- for sure? - I asked with a smile. "I swear to my mother's soul," Prokopii answered seriously. - continue to fight.
Sometimes a day longer than a year, time is lying, and it seems that all the battles are played, but, oddly enough, life continues to teach military art even defeated.