=== БУЙ === Безобразно и нагло светило солнце;...

=== BUOY === The sun was shining ugly and brazenly; large drops of dew collected on the rocket deck in well-fed, shiny puddles; the disgusting blueness of the ghostly distance gave birth to a vile desire in my soul to visit at last the release, and the fevered imagination painted one picture more disgusting than another. Native underwater "iron", chock-full of the last convulsions of the domestic genius, and the natural delights of a short exit to confirm the course problem, with the miracles of our naval organization, did not make significant adjustments to the burning desire to get down on all fours and gore someone. Morning freshness woke up boorishly, and the air polluted with negative ions seemed slippery, like a can of stew. Plane. Someone's plane flew past, greedily embraced by the sun, and threw some rubbish around. The boat swerved, one thing was lassoed and dragged into the side. “The signalman and the head of the radio technical service upstairs,” said the commander. The crew galloped down, and soon a signalman nervously crept out onto the deck, followed by the head of the RTS. Together they recognized a radio beacon in the lasso thing. - American? the commander asked. - Yes sir! - there was an answer to him, and around there were already crowded wonder-lovers to bite with side cutters and hesitated from a great desire to rake the enemy. The commander nodded, and the amateurs shouted around the overseas gift. Itut everyone heard the ticking, It became quiet. - What is he? the commander asked. - Comrade commander, it is better not to open it, - said the head of the RTS, - this is probably a self-liquidator. Those who like to bite the desire to figure out about the enemy have shrunk to the size of the hanging mole. - Maybe shove him in the ass - and let him swim? - Comrade commander, if you don't open it, you can transport it for at least a year. - Hmm? - Yes. - Okay, let's bring it to the base and figure it out. - Comrade commander, - the signalman remembered here, - they have a dictaphone there and transmit everything to the States. - Hmm? - Yes. - Then all down! Only the commander stayed upstairs. He waited until everyone had disappeared, and bent over to the place where, in his opinion, the recorder should be. - Hear me, you stinking American goat, fluff up your locators there! So, a red, peeling stump on your cast-iron collar from the Soviet government! - and then it poured out such an awful wrapping that would warp the patient paper, the ears of the unprepared would curl up into a tube and themselves would stick in the appropriate place. The commander got carried away, lil without ceasing, squatting in self-forgetfulness, pointing with his hands, adding on his fingers, thrusting them into his mouth, smacking and licking deliciously. At the same time, his face shone with life and some kind of joyful enthusiasm. In a word, it lived, throbbed, existed. When the buoy was brought to the base, it turned out that this was our buoy.