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Да -а ну уж такое то зачем мне за Вас додумывать
Там можно много интерпритаций найти ситуаций анекдотичных полно хотя бы у Веллера
вот тут можно почитать http://lib.ru/WELLER/seaparad.txt
тема давно в юмор првретилась на деюсь не будете пинать за флуд :)
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
In return, if you haven't read Pokrovsky, go here http://lib.ru/POKROWSKIJ/pokrowsk.txt
There's also "Firing Squad 2" and others, but I've got it in paper, but you can probably find it on the web
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"...FIRING SQUAD!"
Morning finally crawled in the window and revived the littered flies, fate
read the days from a hackneyed list, and the commandant of the town, N., a decrepit major,
felt somehow sad, as perhaps a served-up
potato haulm.
His hair, his eyes, his lips and cheekbones, his neck and ears, his arms and legs, all said
that it was time for him to either kill himself or be demobilized. But demobilisation,
inevitable as the collapse of capitalism, did not take a single step towards it, and the days
stretched on like the corridors of the brig, painted with balloon paint, and dripped,
dripped into the battered head.
The Commandant had long been a round creature, but he still dreamed, and all his
dreams, as we have already said, clung with weeping eyes only to the dazzling hem
of her majesty Madame Demobilisation.
The door - there was, of course, a knock on it - opened just at the moment
when all the commandant's dreams were still on the hem, and the commandant, waking up and
looked back at his aide, the young lieutenant standing there
sighed and stared at the familiar surprises.
- Permission please," the shabby senior lieutenant appeared at the door,
who, after stomping, dragged the soldier behind him, holding him by the scruff of the neck, "here,
comrade major, drinks! Every day he drinks! And anyway, Comrade Major...
The Sergeant's voice would have lulled the commandant to the end, if it had lasted not five
but ten minutes.
- Drinking? Huh, warrior-builder? - The commandant, whimpering with a wistful whimper,
stared into the warrior's forehead, where, in his mind, there should have been clear
signs of Secondary education.
"Cattlemanism," thought the Commandant about the fact that he had not been given a
demobilisation, and with a groan took hold of the bitten-off telephone receiver: the hearing
its ear-cups were so worn out, as if the commandant owned wooden ears.
- Moscow? The Minister of Defence... yes, I will wait...
The assistant commandant - a fresh, crisp, just off the tree lieutenant - wondered with
was surprised with fear, - that's what happens to people on the bench, after lunch,
when you want to burp and think about politics, a madman sits on the very edge
a lunatic.
- The Minister of Defence? Comrade Marshal of the Soviet Union, this is Maj.
Nosotykin... Yes, Comrade Marshal, yes! As I've already reported. Drunk!.. Yes...
Every day... I ask permission... Yes... There's a firing squad... We'll notify
of residence... Request permission to proceed... Yes...
The commandant has hung up.
- Deputy! Where's the firing squad book? Ah, here it is... So...
last name, first name, patronymic, year and place of birth... home address...
nationality... party affiliation... Now, where's the firing squad plan?
The commandant found some kind of plan, then he went into the safe, pulled out
a gun, cocked it and put it next to him.
The deputy, coming out of his orbits, shook his lower part and his upper
stared hypnotically into the back of the Commandant's head, into his very brain, and was drop by drop
filled with terror. Each new drop burned.
- ...So... the planned event is a firing squad... the participants... Right,
...the venue is the plaza, the visual aid is a Makarov pistol, sixteen rounds of ammo...
I'm the leader... the doer... Assistant! Listen, Lieutenant, today it's your
your turn. Get used to our combat routine! Shoot this one, I've already
I've already made a deal. Sign here. Execute. When you spank
him...
The commandant didn't finish: both bodies collapsed fractionally, the impressionable
the lieutenant simply, and the soldier with a scent.
The commandant poured a long time from a decanter of flies over them.
He was discharged after a month. The commandant built the brig for the
for the last time and told her that if he'd known it was that simple, he would have
started shooting them ten years ago. By the packs.
Avalanche EA trades. Today is the fifth day of work on the real account.
>> Yeah !
Dima and I have about the same, although still on the demo :)
But it is exactly the same!
As if not only the bots are the same but also the same settings :)
Сделки советника по лавине. Сегодня пятый день работы на реале.
you don't use a trawl?
A rigid takeprofit.
Avalanche EA trades. Today is the fifth day of live trading.
What is the percentage of the deposit for 5 days?
Day 5 isn't over yet, expect it to be 100% tomorrow or maybe even today.
what is the depo and first lot?
Updating the classifier
Only khorosh doesn't want to add his to page 300 yet
146$, 0.02
why not 0.01?
Updating the classifier
Only khorosh doesn't want to add his to page 300 yet
Baltik, I asked a question below your classifier there, do you know the answer?
I understand you have been monitoring the said EAs. Tell me how they struggle with the critical number of flips/slips. Interested in the "survivability" of the robot.
No, I haven't monitored all of them, and I haven't even downloaded some of them :)
The critical one is not dealt with mathematically and the flips are stopped, but I posted a spreadsheet there the number 3 is critical!!!
there is a lot of interesting stuff on the screenshot not the blind will fade away. I repeat and emphasize this system has no "survivability".
But if you make a "bobblehead" out of a Cheburashka, remember ... ...go to the pits and scrape the dustbin, etc.
Sorry your post was missed before and didn't see the question