To the best of burly captain correctional zone strict regime, causing a detainee under the number 159, ordered to clean his dirty boots to a shine.

A prisoner at number 159, taking the dirty and smelly boots captain went into the washroom, where there were sinks, and became thoroughly under a strong jet of water from the faucet to rinse off the dirt stinking boots.

Having cleared the mud from his boots, a prisoner under the number 159, put boots on the radiator to dry, meanwhile, when they were drying, he had free time for about an hour

- Thank God, though a smoke you can, - and took a cigarette, prima red tutu worn it with pleasure made the first puff, - well - he thought.

An hour passed, and the boots so it has not yet went dry. The commander sat in his office without his boots, and waited and when they bring.

At this time, a prisoner under the number 159, as expected, but when the boots are dry, all the waiting, the whole area, too, waited out the commander, and with trepidation talked, that today will be at the evening roll call. And the boots are still not well went dry.

A prisoner at number 159, had an abstract method of thinking, and he said, comparing all the bare facts, I realized that it all depends on hot batteries, and to include at last valve on all cylinders, battery rumbled and began to blaze with heat, so you need to boot .

Got out of account the fourth cigarette, a prisoner under the number 159, looked into his boots, making sure they will soon dry up, hit him in the nose, a strong acid - dragging the smell of sweaty feet the commander in the nose, even tickling something a little - a little dizzy -- soon dry out - he thought his abstract mind inmate at number 159, and lit a match lighting a accept. At this time, the door to the bathroom opened and appeared in the doorway a large lady, wife of the Chief of the zone. Prisoner standing at attention at number 159 stood at strunochku his cigarette and remained in his right hand, she smoked betrayed him, wrapping his flowery smoke.

- Who are you? and what are you doing here - the wife asked threateningly Head area.

- I, a prisoner under the number 159, and the land here boots your husband, your husband is sitting without his boots in his office and waits brilliantly polished boots, for an evening out on the roll zone - rattled off a prisoner at number 159.

- Yeah, got caught, then, - said the commanders wife angrily, taking the key, and closing washroom, she lifted her skirt and a commanded spacious - climb quickly back and lick all there for me to shine.

Dialectic, it is the dialectic, the commander, waited his boots, his boots were on the battery, battery quietly murmuring, wife of the commander as quietly groaning with pleasure, and only one prisoner at number 159, worked its own language, abstract thinking - the whole area will now be wait for my language means the language that is important, and in the zone and to the genitals and for the people, because without it wed all be silent and would not say so on the abstract thought inmate under number 159. End.