Как же ж объять необъятное и впихнуть невпихуемое?
James-
Two chickens died this morning and lo, everything is descended into darkness for the tender bird souls. (Speaking of tender, excellent chicken dinner forthcoming, I expect.) There are 400 cats as well, two of which seem to be named Lola. I counted 84 sheep whilst traveling here in the steel death machine - pardon, car - and need I remind you it is not a long ride, we were here by 11. Upon this time I was approached by an ornery rooster. Later spotted strange hulk across a field, which my kind hostess identified as a "cow." As you can imagine I am fascinated. In addition to all these riveting creatures the Lupins also keep with them a male boy, 16 or 17 years of age I'd say, well behaved, quiet. Strange grey coloring though currently exhibiting brilliant pigment. They've trained him to talk but he is shy about his talent.
I shall forgo a statement on the weather.
-S

Когда приходит летняя, удушливая жара, when you sweated just for being, я перечитываю этот фанфик.
librae.livejournal.com/22965.html
Этот фик прекрасен. Сам по себе. Не надо никаких событий, никакого недослеша, никакой морали. Этот фик прекрасен бесконечно ироничны Сириусом, абсолютно беззаботным Джеймсом и теплым, расслабленным Ремусом. Питера как всегда нет, но пофиг.
Я просто буду цитировать.

When he couldn't think of anything Sirius tore a page out of one of his frightening Russian novels and blacked out every word except for "stifled," which he'd picked in a complicated procedure that involved closing his eyes and sticking the page with a pin.
The response came the next morning on a colored sheet of paper, wistful blue. It read "September." Even Remus's handwriting was melancholic.

James won, in the end, with a curt letter that read Wankers and nothing else.

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