During the years of Soviet atheism, religious holidays acquired traits of pagan customs.And the main ritual - make up the eggs and sanctify cakes for Easter.And then bang colored eggs - whose tight!And fuck some material profit.According to the rules, you can pick up a broken Easter Egg opponent.
When in megacities these traditions have almost forgotten, in small towns they watch over sacred.
In a small village close to a busy highway, where businesses from living there was only a shop, gas station and shop, one man thoroughly preparing for Easter.It is a good car mechanic, and concurrently, a turner, he knew from what will be his Easter egg.Namely - the steel!Since the work had any unnecessary irons was full.Steel billet was already lying on the bed of the lathe, the rest was a matter of technique.And he had no ability to borrow.Was started this joke for a snack production for one sung Kompashki with which the mechanic celebrated all the holidays.Easter was no exception.
Egg came to fame!Painted by computer selection of tinting, it differs from the present weight only.No one boiled egg against such a monster could not resist.Going round the village, our Faberge nahlopal entry of a decent package of chicken eggs.With its steel egg it the whole basket could easily gain, but not in all his house allowed.
Next mechanic moved to its Druganov.All winnings eggs have gone on to generously zakus the drinking vodka.But, as always happens in the company of men, drinking was much more than a snack.After a while, most of the companions began to sink into lethargy.At some point Faberge is also our pecked nose, plunging into a sweet slumber.Its know-how in the form of iron egg rolled out of his hands and it turned out on the table, including eggshells.
most persistent of drinkers around the company look - everyone is asleep, and he wants another drink.And have not even clink glasses with anyone!Sighing and thinking that drinking alone is alcoholism, he poured a glass.On a table covered with a thick shell bat, alone lay the last egg.Other snack was not observed.
grabbed him, the man was not even surprised unnatural gravity.At this point, his muddy head off most was the question: - Who would hristosnutsya goodbye?
found for the case of waking a companion, he decided to clink glasses with egg sleeping.Just turned up very well the bald pate of Faberge our garage.Also something looks like an egg!- Christ is Risen ... - he began, dropping the egg.
came the sound was not like the crackling shell.Drunk with surprise toyed with the egg, without any cracks.And all would be nothing if in dull obstinacy he did not try again.Then another!Again!And again!In the end, who is stronger than he, the man, or some boiled egg?Maybe we should stronger?
The next day, rubbing lilac bruises and lumpy bumps on his head, threw unfortunate modern Faberge egg as far as possible into the thickets of nettles.His predecessor with Easter eggs much more luck.
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