i once had such a very good friend, of course, you all know him, it was yuri vladimirovich nikulin, uniquemorning morning, went to the pantry, took fishing rods, broke them over my knee, took rubber boots, cut them, put it all in a backpack, threw it down from the balcony, went to the bedroom, went to bed with my husband, pressed my cheek to his shoulder... , she had no more than an hour to live, and he also told me a joke like this: a fisherman, that means, is fishing, next to him, he has a bottle, and that means the snack is lying near, that means, this ice hole, and the dog, the shepherd dog too, everything is in joyful anticipation, and the dog knows that if he catches a fish, he will drink 50 g, he, it means he’ll have a sandwich and give it to her, it’s all so idyllic, suddenly some kind of pike jumps out of the water... there was such a love scene, it means he hugs her, she tells him what strong hands you have, suddenly out of nowhere, nikulin says, you haven’t seen my legs just now, and i also remember, you know, he sang a song about the circus, and in this song there were such wor