[SOLZHENITSOF]

ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba

We should care about the video call from the mobile because as a lot of folk might do Uncle Bey shouted "Lila" with the advantage of feeling him himself to reach at home, the certainty in his voice, even the imperiousness that would not be considered polite, was instantly answered. Immediately, through the door opposite the entrance, which was lit by a sailor's lantern, as it had no windows-it turned out that it had opened into the kitchen-a woman in her early forties, who looked like a stewardess, in a bathrobe, with her half-wet hair just washed. At the same time, the lady of the house appeared in her thick flannel pajamas that look like ladies’ waistcoat matching to a colorful trouser, which I know she usually wears in the house.
She greeted me with open arms, running down the stairs in the warmest hug ever to a familiar neighbor boy; On the other hand, she asked about the secondary Uncle Bey, whom she had difficulty in perceiving as her husband,
'Where is our poor master, what is it like to leave the scads-year-old neighbor boy who was let in and disappear like this?'
Uncle Bey snapped her from the phone screen,
‘We live with neighbors like a family. Is there room for formality in the family? And you call me Lila.'
Lila, on the other hand, had already returned from the same door. The lady was just about to point her hand at the girl and say,
'Here she is right in front of her eyes, when she realized that he had disappeared. At the same time, we made eye contact with the manager with a meaningful reflex. The real uncle had slipped-so to speak-in the private office adjacent to the principal's office. Without a moment's hesitation, I burst through the doorway where Lila-the young middle-aged virgin, her next-door guest-disappeared too. The kitchen was also windowless and was lit by two huge bare bulbs that lit up the generals' meeting rooms during the last world war. On the middle shelf of the crystal glass cabinet, where the gold-plated cutlery was located, were imported porcelain sets and generously medium-sized, ornamented through pinky orange and greenish blue figures serving glasses. A fat Chinese boy was smirking with his tongue out on the gilded tray that completed the set. I approached the glass cabinet to take a closer look at that cynical image that has become the symbol of my actual observation induced incident that I have followed up. Running behind me, Lila's robe was unbuttoned, her breasts clinging to my jacket when she bumped into me.
Suddenly, from the direction of the door, the cry of the lady of the house, "My husband is on fire," was heard. On the phone screen I held up, the funny face of the secondary Uncle Bey was appearing and disappearing through the smoke. This means that cloned individuals could appear in the "Counter Factory" production-or rather condensation belts, where the original was not found. I said,
'Don't worry,' he was joking.'
She laughed so she also referred to our uncle's phrase "find me my Lila" by saying, "Every time he wakes up from his nap, he will make us angry by telling me to marry Lila."

TO BE CONTINUED...