Character: Comrade Dynin

On the day of his arrival, he fenced with sticks, and after him everyone began to fence. Even the girls.

This song, comrade Mitrofanov, Gagarin sang in space.

Today is passing, tomorrow is gambling... a Distraction from creative work! Obviously I am talking about?

In winter these costumes on the tree during the summer at camp. To see them no more.
― I can't - don't look!
― No, seriously. Do the guys themselves can't make their own costumes? Glue, Wallpaper, tissue paper. All.
The pride must have! That we, the poorer others? In tissue paper children can wrap?

- What are you reading?
- Chekhov.
Why?
- Funny.
- Laugh a lot. Would you rather the magazine "Counselor" to read.

Those who can't swim and not sink, and sink are quite different.

Every day - 100 grams, not a day - 100 grams. And then 150!

Children, remember: you - the owners of the camp. You! What is required from you, my friends?
DIS-CI-PLI-NA!

When I was a kid, I too had a grandmother. But in all these years I couldn't disappoint her to death. And he could!..

- We are cheerful, happy...
Stop, stop! "Chipper," we should talk more cheerful. And "fun"?
- More fun.
- Well, okay.

Here the audience applauded, applauding, finished cheering...

- Where to put it?
- Yes wait you!

What you body was built! What grass broke!