Виктория Рогозина - Birthday. A sad holiday

First, liquid dishes are not prepared. The second is there, but no one is there anyway. The storm can last for a week. And in the carriage there are two or three people who walk, work, eat, drink. One of them has the surname Konyukhov, the other has Chkalov. Joke. The rest toil. Vomit. The state is such that it seems nothing could be worse. But then the pitching ends, and the team begins to come to life. Therefore, you can only boast on the shore and only in front of those who have not seen you spawning overboard.Meanwhile, our hero of the day and his companions began to feel the first symptoms of seasickness and began to take turns, and then all together, throw the contents of their stomachs into the sea. I can imagine how the fish were happy. The whole team was on deck with dreams of setting foot on solid ground. They thought badly. Were in an altered state of consciousness. Suddenly, an orange parachute dome appeared over the yacht, under which the parachutist’s bare ass, that is mine, shone. The people decided that they will now have a cover. And this cover can come from heaven. Let’s just say that most often the cover comes from heaven. And here she is. In all its glory.Panic arose and people who had recently emptied their stomachs and who drank. And the taste of the Indian Ocean water is still different. Oh yeah. But this polar latitude water is not salty. Some have guessed to take lifebuoys with them.

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