neverending thread

[ReDSanchous]

Leof, why don't you continue writing yourself? Who are you waiting for?

[Rtyom]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.

[ST]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe.

[Gordon Freeman]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"

[Kirill2142]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.

[Ramil]

А где первоисточник взять? Или это продукт коллективного сочинительства?

[Rtyom]

А где первоисточник взять? Или это продукт коллективного сочинительства?

Прочитай правила by Leof.

[Ramil]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.

"They DO exist. I mean it", said Dmitry, eyeing the red face of the director and thinking that he'd never seen so red a face in his life.

[Kirill2142]

Wait. Dimitry is a character but who is the actor? I suppose they have different names, haven't they?

[Leof]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.
"They DO exist. I mean it", said Dmitry, eyeing the red face of the director and thinking that he'd never seen so red a face in his life.
Thinking that John (this was his real name) felt he has got a had ache.

[basurero]

где русская версия этой темы?

[kalinka_vinnie]

где русская версия этой темы?

ты что, слепым стал?

http://masterrussian.net/mforum/viewtopic.php?t=9202

[basurero]

а понятно. я слепым стал. всяко, почему человек, который начал эту тему постил ее на подфорум для рецензий на книги?

[Gordon Freeman]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.
"They DO exist. I mean it", said Dmitry, eyeing the red face of the director and thinking that he'd never seen so red a face in his life.
Thinking that John (this was his real name) felt he has got a hadache.
"I mean, we can use the materials of the story to find it!", John said, his face was shining.

[Indra]

headache

[Rostova]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.
"They DO exist. I mean it", said Dmitry, eyeing the red face of the director and thinking that he'd never seen so red a face in his life.
Thinking that John (this was his real name) felt he has got a headache.
"I mean, we can use the materials of the story to find it!", John said, his face was shining. "I have already plotted our trip to Siberia!"

[Gordon Freeman]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.
"They DO exist. I mean it", said Dmitry, eyeing the red face of the director and thinking that he'd never seen so red a face in his life.
Thinking that John (this was his real name) felt he has got a headache.
"I mean, we can use the materials of the story to find it!", John said, his face was shining. "I have already plotted our trip to Siberia!"
"Is it the center of Russia, lost in Asia?" asked the director.

[Rtyom]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.
"They DO exist. I mean it", said Dmitry, eyeing the red face of the director and thinking that he'd never seen so red a face in his life.
Thinking that John (this was his real name) felt he has got a headache.
"I mean, we can use the materials of the story to find it!", John said, his face was shining. "I have already plotted our trip to Siberia!"
"Is it the center of Russia, lost in Asia?" asked the director.
Bloody fool, John thought. I'm tired to explain simple things to him all the bloody time!

[flowforever]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.
"They DO exist. I mean it", said Dmitry, eyeing the red face of the director and thinking that he'd never seen so red a face in his life.
Thinking that John (this was his real name) felt he has got a headache.
"I mean, we can use the materials of the story to find it!", John said, his face was shining. "I have already plotted our trip to Siberia!"
"Is it the center of Russia, lost in Asia?" asked the director.
Bloody fool, John thought. I'm tired to explain simple things to him all the bloody time!
It was a turning-point...John was absolutely determined to carry out his plan...

[Leof]

The morning was cloudy when he locked the door and went by his usual way to the bookstore. It started to drizzle. Unfortunately, "it" wasn't the clouds, but a dog standing on the roof overhead. Suddenly he remembered that today is FRIDAY, and decided to drink some beer after work. He couldn't explain why such a strange thought had come to his mind so suddenly in the bookstore. He stood in the middle of the store, gazing at the shelves when the door bell rang behind his back. He turned round and couldn't believe his eyes. It was his father he hadn't seen for ages!
"Dimitry, my son!" the old man cried. His face was wet with tears of joy.
"Where have you been for so many years?" mumbled Dimitry hardly moving his lips. Then they both stood silently just watching each other - the father and the son.
"Stop, catched!" shouted the director, "Wonderful! wonderful! You have never played like this before!"
The film was about a man, that had found treasures, hidden by his father-pirate, and the most interesting thing was that the story had been based on the real events!
Having thought for a few seconds, the director decided to shoot another take: Take 2!
"No way!" Dimitry said in a disappointed tone, "I shan't say a word before I get my coffee!!"
"Alright," said the director knowing that if he didn't allow Dimitry to have a cup of coffee, Dimitry wouldn't be able to act as well as he had a few minutes before. He tried to put down one crazy thought that sprang into his mind: Arsenic in the cup.
"Why, why this damn director so hates me? I never pretend to be a Bradd Pit...but i`m not so bad at all!"- thinking Dimitry, heading to nearby cafe. One thought had come over his mind, he stopped the film and said: "why don't we find treasures, I've heard they really exist!"
'Oh, damn! What the hell are you talking about?!' bursted up the director.
"They DO exist. I mean it", said Dmitry, eyeing the red face of the director and thinking that he'd never seen so red a face in his life.
Thinking that John (this was his real name) felt he has got a headache.
"I mean, we can use the materials of the story to find it!", John said, his face was shining. "I have already plotted our trip to Siberia!"
"Is it the center of Russia, lost in Asia?" asked the director.
Bloody fool, John thought. I'm tired to explain simple things to him all the bloody time!
It was a turning-point...Jone was strongly opposed to realize all his plans...
The rain stopped meanwhile, and John suddenly found out that the red-faced director disappiered and his coffee got cold already.