Mordecai's party

Here I am, Wacek – a progressive blogger – was fortunate to have participated in an crucial reception which my guru and spiritual guide Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein, vice-chief of a superb progressive paper for natives. He's my beloved Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein called me a fewer days ago. It was a surprise. I must confess that the highly esteemed Mordecai has forgiven me again. I don't know, but I did something to him; it was my fault, my fault, only my fault, as always. And Mordecai Mordecaiovich forgave me again, for it is the soul of man, unrepentant, sincere, open, with a heart on his hand, as they say. I mean, erstwhile he needed me, he called it in.

- Nu prichadi, prichadi, you bore me. Prijdi tolko on time and don't forget the day, catalys you owe me – the voice of Mordechaj Mordecaiovich Burumstein heard in the phone.

I did a fast examination of my conscience: as a surviving person, I never borrowed money from him. The honourable editor of the vice-chief gazette is known for never, under any circumstances, loaning or gold. Atoli learned experience knowing that erstwhile Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein says so, it means that I borrowed, flew to the ATM, pulled out 500 zlotys, and on second thought 5 100 zlotys. That's all I could do. I rushed to the home of the most honorable Mordecai take a taxi to not be late, and the heart fainted in me from the hope that my destiny would yet change and I Wacek, a progressive blogger, will yet find my place – in the editorial office of the gazette – of this kagan of advancement and modernity, on the first line of conflict for a better tomorrow.

erstwhile Mordecai saw me, he was not happy, he stood on the doorstep of his villa and took on a dangerous face. I knew what it meant, and I gave him 500 gold. The improvement was, but small, so with heartache I gave the esteemed Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein another 500 zlotys. Ice cream let go. On the face of the esteemed host came the shadow of a smile, I received the grace of forgiveness and could enter. Mordecai explained in short words how I can help. Here he throws a small organization for a fewer friends, ordered meals come from the restaurant, but the waiter's not here due to the fact that he's sick and if I could... Having a vague feeling that the waiter did not come due to the fact that Mordecai simply wanted to save, I interrupted him by telling him that I would be happy to help, that I was doing my best to make the organization work. I know how to do that in college. I was a waiter and a bartender. Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein listened to me and agreed to serve.

- Nu charazo, do your best and you won't regret it. Tolko ono. Me and the another guys woke up to talk about all kinds of classified and confidential stuff. Remember, kill yourself. You can't refuse a word that can't be learned from my quartira. Don't overdo it, either, due to the fact that it's not for the bastards, it's for the guest and I'll find out. It's paid and counted.

I assure you, I don't eat from another people's plates, that it's below my dignity and honor and I can keep a secret. This is where we ended a short conversation, due to the fact that guests came in. A fewer notable and distinguished guests, the cream of our political elite; the first ex-minister, now the Euro MP Conti, and right behind him the ex-marshal, presently a prominent associate of the legislature Senator von Borowietzky. The first of the progressive organization ruling for 8 years, the second of the post-communist organization originating. The 3 of them together with the host - Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein sat at the table. It's a choice. Unfortunately, the Obernaczalny – this giant, this monument of intellect, a pattern of virtue in all way and morality, this genius pen did not arrive, which in the quietness of the spirit I was hoping for, duties in the editorial office of the gazette kept. And I served them, I wore wine, I served vodka. At times, Mr Mordecai told me to get out of the kitchen, sometimes they would whisper to me, exchange communication gestures, but something fell into my ears.

An elaborate dinner lasted many hours, Mordecai ordered a number of exquisite dishes from the best restaurant in the capital without sparing money: there was salt in butter sauce, there were beef cheeks made of grate, with Chinese dishes of squid fried with salt and pepper, and favourite by all octopuses. There was no pork dish. Finally, the guests and the host met their hunger, demanded coffee, cakes, and alcohol, due to the fact that they drank respective kinds of wine to the dishes. Mordecai invited him to the surviving room, but nobody wanted to get up and stayed at the table. Senator von Borowietzky sprinkling a dignified forty-year-old brandy, Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein's favourite vodka: Stolcznaja, Euro MP Conti first demanded twenty-year-old nipponese sake vodka, then switched to Capital. I must add that Euro MP Conti, although dressed in the best suit looked highly sloppy; in his mode of being, there was something highly sloppy, even abusive, in his behavior. He kept slapping, licking, drooling, kissing. Even his voice was hideous and damp. How did this man win the election? On the contrary, Exmarshal von Borowietzky is simply a dignity incarnate. Wearing blamelessly, and blamelessly behavioral, noble attitude, reasoning face, grey temples, noble and thoughtful words. Just like a German aristocrat, a Prussian graph, or another junkier, only without a monocle. I looked at him with love. It was a pleasance to perceive to him and service him.

- For me the most crucial is dignity and honour – said Senator von Borowietzky with the anointing of the best brandy in his hand – Dignity and honor of man, and dignity and honor of the state. For my view that the current government is not being decent, I have been attacked. In public. It was a blow completely below the belt. I was accused of changing my name. Lying. Anti-Semitic venom. I didn't change my name. Yes, my daddy changed his name from Berman to Borowiecki. He was allowed to do that. That's why I'm allowed to change my name from Borowiecki to von Borowietzky. My German friends loved this change. I thought I would win the election for a Euro MP more easily, due to the fact that in this nation, individual else's name is simply a large advantage, but it failed. It's not my fault, I gave it my best shot at the election. My organization was gone, and I had to lose too, although I won over 50,000 votes. I'm not a Euro MP, I'm a senator in this pathetic legislature that can't do anything. besides bad, in Brussels I would have much more opportunities to work for the common good, Poland and let us call it... society. But who knows. I'm not changing my name yet. possibly it'll be worth it. And then these bastards dragged Uncle Berman to me, saying he was a Stalinist torturer, a murderer, a traitor. possibly a murderer, but his family, and what an intelligent man, warm and intelligent, and how well-read.

There's quite a few money in Brussels. I am pulling out more than 20 1000 euros a period – by slapping back the Euro MP Conti, he hesitated and drooled due to the fact that he had already had quite a few sake and Capital – these fools from Brussels pay even for language courses; I take 5 1000 to learn the language and they can fall apart. In addition, 18 1000 euro for the maintenance of parliamentary offices. I have 1 office in Brussels and 4 in Poland. In all herd of assistants and assistants. Nobody's gonna be my assistant if I don't get a good blow job. I am very attentive in this regard. I know how to do that. A good lick is essential. And the best part is that the Union is paying for everything! – the Euro MP Conti has pledged.

- At least you have an office in Brussels? Is it not adequate to tie Polish k...ew? Here...your cheaper and cheaper meanings are cutter," Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein asked.

- Yeah, I like cocoa. Chocolate is it. Blacks, blacks, and these... muslims. Say what you want, but a ten-year-old Muslim with a tasty, tight pussy... it is simply a tasty dish, the cymes itself – the Euro MP Conti has collapsed – it costs it, but it is difficult. You live once.

I had to leave, due to the fact that it was no longer essential to stand and listen, and here, if the honourable Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein did not come into the kitchen and punch me in the mouth, then with a fist in my ear they did not feed me until my head shrieked and my left ear ran in blood and puffed.

- You Polish pig, you unclean pig, you thieving bastard of a thieving nation! You're robbing me! You're stealing from me! How dare you eat my food! You're me again piatot gold pit zwratit! Or worse. Well, a patom to that wratimsia. Tepier, listen. To a bottle of Stolic pour eto inexpensive vodkas, and to a bottle of brandy pour etoj Bulgarian brenda, which I after 20 zlotys broke on promotion. They don't stick around 'cause they get drunk. And I'll have a clean Capital put in an eto bottle of my favourite Georgian water Borzhomi. I'll show the children!

Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein threatened me with a fist and left. My bad. I ate the last part of octopus out of the plate, the small one, the only thing left. It's in the trash anyway. And I fell in like a plum. That's what they say about octopuses, that's what I wanted to try. I noticed the camera in the kitchen; I turned to cover up and Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein saw it. He must have another camera and watched on his smartphone what I was doing. 5 100 for a tiny part of octopus! A 1000 before that. 1 and a half 1000 zlotys, this organization costs me! Ooh! My bad. I poured what Mordecai said in the bottles. I'm certain he was watching me. The organization continued at its best, and inexpensive vodka and Bulgarian brenda on the promotion disbanded the guests' languages.

- The most priced friendship. There's nothing better than a real, honest, male friendship. I had many friends and I owe them all a lot," said Senator von Borowietzky.

- I had an honest friend in college too, a Pole. We sold flyers together, it was a real friendship. This Pole had a wife. She's a beautiful woman, and she's not available, or come near. She punched me in the mouth erstwhile once I accidentally grabbed her by the chest – he told the Euro MP Conti with difficulty due to the fact that his tongue was already mixed – so UB arrested this stupid Pole. His wife comes to his face, he cries, his hands break. I know, he says you gave him up. I'll do whatever you want, but free my Vlad. Well, I fucked a female in this 1 and that 1 erstwhile I got bored I gave it to my friends. erstwhile her Vladek left after 2 years, he kicked a rag and divorced. He's got his ass in jail too. This is the communicative of actual friendship.

- And how's that? Did you always pamam to Poliaczko? – Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein asked?

Why? What's in it for me? I already had fresh friends, with fresh wives and daughters – Euro MP Conti collapsed.

“I value friendship,” Senator von Borowietzky said, “I had many friends...

- ...which I have sold, he has entered the word of the Euro MP Conti.

- True, true, so it was – Senator von Borowietzky wondered But on the another hand, I was their friend. They should be arrogant that a man like me has honored them with his friendship. I was better than them, smarter, more valuable. Does not a friend enjoy his friend’s career even if he has a minor, temporary condition? That's the relationship that 1 friend sacrifices himself for another, better. They must have been arrogant that I was moving forward. I think I have any benefit from all friend.

- Idi you in the cunt with tokoj best man – Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein snorted – I would not study there on moewo the another nigga.

- Who's talking? You don't gotta lie to us. You were UB's implicator - stressed Senator von Borowietzky

- Lying! - Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein shouted, and his face was reddened by a beet. - Who's gonna prove it to me? My files from the UB archive were taken out, given property, and I burned them myself. In the mouth I spit on anyone who says I'm an agent!

- The files were burned, but you reported! - Euro MP Conti spoke.

I've been reporting, reporting, but I'm not an agent, proof of the dead. They paid me, and I was the 1 reporting due to the fact that I have my dignity. erstwhile they pay, I do. But I was a Polack guy. Eto doesn't count.

You would besides study a Jew? – he asked the slow-sleeping Euro MP Conti.

- On Evrey? Nikagda! – Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein promised - On my first count, on my second, on the incapacitated nicogda.

- Me too. I would never study a hebrew – Senator von Borowietzky agreed by lighting a cigar – I guess... in exceptional circumstances. Not even a double fare. They'd gotta pay a lot more... about 5 times that, ten? If anything, it's special. In principle, I agree that a hebrew is not to be reported as a Jew. We, the chosen nation, must be solidified. At least not to hook up with each other. Unless... Who knows? After all, I am chosen, too. I deserve this and this. Why should I not, for example, become a Euro MP?

- You bastard! You would inform on me?! – with remorse you whispered the Euro MP Conti. These were his last words, for he fell asleep sitting in a chair with his head bent. I'm amazed he didn't fall.

I went to the kitchen. I was shaking my nerves. Earlier, I heard Senator von Borowietzky say with admiration and mockery in his voice:

- Well, Mordecai amazed me. First class food from a good restaurant and first class drink. I didn't know you were so hospitable, Mordecai Mordecaiovich. That organization must have cost you a lot.

- At the restaurant, I won't spend any party. They perceive and crap in the media. Only woman safe. As for the day, uh, that's a shame. I won't say it wasn't cheap, it'll come out. What the... I didn't pay for our dinner. That's the check for everything.

- Which one? The waiter?

- No waiter. Etot Deke, my rob, my slave. He's for property walking and doing what I tell him. I told him to pay.

Why would she do that?

- Bo etot durak, Polijak. He prides himself on me in the editorial staff. I don't care if it's grown on my hand than I'm increasing on the gnomes in our office.

They both spoke openly due to the fact that they didn't see me. But I heard. I went to the kitchen. I pulled out a bottle of the best Capital Mordecai and drank in a fewer sips. Before that, I discovered where the second camera was and where no camera would look. I'm not as stupid as Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein thinks. That's why I got drunk. But before I got drunk, I did any things. I worked as a waiter and as a bartender in college. I've learned the secrets of the profession. I know you shouldn't insult a waiter. The waiter will take revenge. The waiter's revenge is premium and has a nasty taste. He can spit in the dish, pee in the beer, or somewhere else. He can do worse.

Am I a slave to Mordecai Mordecai Burumstein? So be it. The slaves have always avenged their masters as they could. I'm not saying I did it, I'm saying what could have happened. Senator von Borowietzek, the European word Conitem, who woke up rather fresh after a half-hour's nap, and the highly esteemed Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein were very fond of the dishes and drinks I served. That's the crucial thing. Then I got drunk, and Mordecai threw me out the door. But he has a strong head, Mordecai. He drinks like a dragon, and the more he drinks, the more sober he seems. Phenomenon.

present I woke up with a giant hangover. I have a big, red and hot ear that I gotta apply ice. I feel like I'm being beat up. possibly it was. I don't believe in my career in Gazeta anymore. That night took my dreams. And he opened my eyes to my erstwhile guru, erstwhile spiritual guide Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein.

I'm going to give him the 500, due to the fact that Mordecai Mordecaiovich Burumstein can't be denied the money he owes. Then we're done. On the another hand... The fact that any editors of progressive gazettes, any Euro MPs or senators - ex-marshals from the modern, secular and pro-European parties are small, mean, nasty; that in fact they are inferior to pigs does not mean that the thought of advancement and modernity is false. My belief in progress, in a planet without prejudice, without hatred, nationalism and fascism will stay unmoved, like a rock. It's a stone individual screwed up on. So what? I will proceed to believe in a planet without retrospect and evil, vile people, and I will preach as much as I can. I'm not falling down. I won't.

I will fight for a better man and humanity tomorrow, in this humble position upon which my destiny has cast me. I Wacek – a humble and progressive blogger.

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