Stories of the experienced driver
(history from the life of the driverI heard in the autumn of 2003 in the sanatorium"Lower Ikvino"from neighbor by number)
So, his name was Alexei, doctors and sisters - Alexei Vladimirovich, and I am just about Lyoch. My neighbor in the room honestly pulled out in the north of the Republic of Komi thirty with ease of years. He worked as a driver, rescuer, firefighter. All life behind the wheel of freight transport. Alexey's stories heard over a week of communication (but as much as we lived in the same room of the Nizhne-Iquino sanatorium, while he did not end the trip), I remembered, and then recorded. We met on the fifth day of my stay in a medical preventive institution. At first, I lived in a double room one. It was already thinking that it would be all time, but here ... I return to the dinner with the procedure and I will find the following picture: the door of the room is a lap, and some man wanders on the balcony, waving his hands and screams: "K-K-K- Kysh, T-Tt-T-Var! In-in-in-he, P-P-P-Oshley! " I was surprised for a short time. The man, noticing me, went into the room and, smiling friendly, stretched out his hand: - Al-L-L-Eksay, or P-P-P-Rosto L-L-Lyuha! N-n-ov-s-s-s-sidel ... in yours. It turns out that in front of my appearance on the advancement, this good-natured gentleman chased on the balcony of the broken dask and forty, which, without any fear, embarrassed all edible, left on the Oktyabrsky chill for storage. I vaguely guessed about this disaster before, when at six in the morning I was walked by the extreme cries of holidaymakers, pouring my regrets of the missing grape or curl "under zero" watermelon. Alexey was over for seven years older. For his long labor life, he broke the entire Republic of Komi and the Arkhangelsk region on different types Machines and managed to earn the inflammation of the joints and the third group of disability. Guy he was wonderful, Dushka and Balagen. One trouble - stuttered greatly. And the stinking it was not that cute semi-grasion, which enjoy like Solovna's song, but rather resembled the painful exhalation of the soul, when so you want to help the speaker. Have you ever communicated for a long time with a word-taking skating? Occupation, we must notice for the faint of heart. And if you take into account my always readiness to continue the poorly across the word for the interlocutor ... Imagine Löhnu's offense at me for what I would like to try to emphasize the physiological drawback of Visazawi? But it was just at first. Then we slept to each other: Alexey began to relate to relax in my involuntary amendments, and I already perceived his intermittent speech as something completely natural. I lived with a new neighbor just a week, because Alexei moved from another room where the repair began, in the midst of his therapeutic process. And he arrived in the sanatorium much earlier me. So, on the third day of our communication, I simply stopped paying attention to the stuttering of my neighbor. Therefore, the stories told from Aleksey's face will not be loaded by this artistic delight, because you, kind readers, are not used to such a conversation manner. With his neighbor, we examined all mineral springs in the district, took a hundred grams of "People's Commissar" before dinner, sometimes satisfied beer evenings with a conversation. And mostly, Alexey spoke, because it was very difficult to insert even the word into his picturesque memories. Sometimes my neighbor ran on dancing, having spoiled on the unstable tactile work of some of his organs. In the ladies of postbalzakovsky age, he enjoyed a successful success, but did not abusely. Always returned to spend the night to the historic homeland that our cozy room could be considered. Once, Alexey managed to appoint a date at once with three women, thirsty of the fervent love, at the same time, but in three different places: in the cafe "Pearl", on dancing in the 1st building and in the Altair Bar. But none of them wait for her Don Guana, and not at all because of a lechoe perfect character, but only because of his forgetfulness and attachment to the home hearth. Here, near this focus, at night, he entertained me figure snoring with amazing multi-donal rulads, reminding the mix of the sound of a large organ of the Dome Cathedral and test blowing of Jericho pipes by order of Jasina. But for some reason I was not at all disappointing for the inconvenience delivered by these magic sounds, for it was more than compensated by those stories that I heard Alexei on cute gatherings. A neighbor called me exclusively Dimuley than led to the piglery delight of your submissive servant. And one more detail, which can characterize Alexey - he never stored the door to the key number. Is it not evidence of the latitude and openness of his big unclean soul?
The first story
Falillaov
Want - Believe, Dimuly, you want - do not believe, and this event happened in fact. It can be said, and did not happen at all, but it happened in life with some deviation from the tasks that we, the driver, gifted the authorities of the autocolone. But first things first. Long time it was. In the early 80s. In December, before the new year, there was our VMU (accommodating control) a platform for deep drilling. Drilling tight mounted and raised; Boiler room, beams Residential and other shopping buildings erected. You yourself understand, this is without a cement solution or concrete does not cost any way. Barge with cement raised up Lae (Laya - River, flowing into the Pechora in the village of Sheläbozh, approx. Author) In the fall in the fall of large water. Quickly under the coached warehouse stublied everything, and it became cement to wait for the start of work. What is he? Along with yourself, yes, you are walking - the money to kiss something, not that we are sinful. Here and winter soon began. Flood winter, sorrow. Thied three trucks on the site where the cement under the canopy was lying on your brood. They drove along the winter. The winter was then cold, not worth the current one. Usually in November, the road in the snowdriflements could have broken, and she did not "fall" to the most May. And since everything weed with transport, the work here and boiled. We ride from the warehouse to the rig of three walkers per day. It is still far away, and the blizzard will move the rut. Consider, after the Purgi, the nano-road is making a road. In short, for shifting so you will attack that in the evening there is no strength. And the installers are yelling, the cement is needed to quickly feed, otherwise it will stick on the cold - hell then they make the seven seamless sites. Sees the authorities, we do not cope on three cars. They guessed the helicopter. Now I also worked with the Mi-6 from the suspension. But not every day. Already, the money was considered. The helicopter was flushed only when something continuous installers were challenged. The case, I remember, was moved to the spring, the sun was already shown more often over the parel. After all, I saw that there only on the shores of rivers are more or less decent trees. And usually this is the misunderstanding one, not the forest. Slightly higher mushrooms. In the snowy winter and not see it at all under the snowdrifts. Fierotundra to her. More cheerful to work for us, and the technique is slightly sued until the tower and two days preparatory work at the facility led. One bothered, blizzard's frequent. It was necessary to come up with something urgently to make premiums not to lose seasonal. And this rup, Dimuly, I report to you, one of the longest in my memory. After all, it's what the more the cement helicopter is pulling, the less to our pocket dripping. And try more than three walkers to do when a few days will move the road. All the perdy pairs are getting worse, while the spatula name is the name of the Belownalnya to pave yourself the way into a bright future. Think by yourself. But then the question resolved by itself. Somehow my partner Mishan is coming from the next cement flight and says that the local reindeer breeder suggested, as the path to the rig from the warehouse to hide. It turned out, throughout the judge, you can arrange more than three walker for shifting. This is if more than half of the way right along the bed of Lai moving. Well, a pleasant news, but who will try to witness? River w Wild, tea, snow overgrown on the most silent ears. This, Dimka, I am so a dwarf unpleasant piglery, I call the shores growing on the shores. For sure, the size of that birch and the Osinnik is not higher than the holy ears, it became. I solved my mystery-idea. For a long time we thought over that faith. I did not have to. Well, near Seismic worked. They are on the GTT and laid the first on the river. And there are no special ridiculous snowdrifts. The place is open - all the snow blows a fly. All the time the fresco. Soft, that is. Half a day of work - and here you have a track river ice Ready. So, we attached to ride the ice, and did not report the authorities. They are still a ton-kilometers on the old road set. And the flights are no longer three, but four in shift. And then five if the currant is working. Beauty. But everything is a good end. The end and our "Life Road" came. Spring is still like nor. He began to crackle in the middle of the day when the Sun Martam fled in an adult. Although the beginning of the month, yes quite the season, the winter was soft turned out to be a gift that snowy. Now on ice only in the morning you do the flight and in the evening when the temperature decreases. But, we feel, soon these experiments will have to throw. Everyone throws about myself, but aloud to speak fear. We have the people, at the and superstitious and superstitious. Thought that if not to wake a famously, then ... Yes, I did not guess. Standing somehow under the first loading in the morning. The last in our Trinity I left that day. I smoke, through the morning noodles, Marakaya, how many days we still have the cement left. Everything comes out - not long. No more than a week. And there a premium Big land, restaurant, hangover, in the Crimea aircraft for dinner. Dinner smoothly flows into breakfast and lunch ... Then the arrest, the confiscation of cash remnants of the harsh hand of the life of life ... Eh, so what is there to say - the scheme is known. I stand, it means, in a minimal dreamability, waiting, as long as the bags with cement in the body are thrown. And here, my dormant reflections interrupts a cry of breathable from the running man: - Mishan fell under the ice! Cabvdis Prize! I hardly achieve from the third of our droves that Mishan is alive. Sits a disease in the cauldron at the cockpit of his zil and waiting for his grandfather mazaya with a boat to get there to the edge of the ice field. Nikolachet (so came-down driver was called) his car on the shore threw and hiking manner merged to the warehouse. It is understandable. Khrenovefully turn on a narrow - in the width of the truck - a broken rut, and even cheap. Soothing sits down to me in the cockpit, and we drive along the old highway just at the place where the least go to the river. We go ashore. And there the fabulous still life opens. Zilok fell in a rather small place, but did the noise at the same time - be healthy. Wallet size more car several times. The tank seems to burst from the blow, because oil phytugues are played on the dark mirror with a colors from the children's proverbs about each hunter, who is obliged to know the habitat of the Pheasant. From the water, half the cabin sticks out of the water, and the body only slightly is turned back to the turtle. But the water in the cement was not flowing. Well, you can live. It would be much worse if a car pressed one shaded heavy cement zam, which is impossible to sink. Mishany managed on the roof in time - even Unputs did not sleep. Sitting, the earlot of her unscrewed from the head pulled, through dark beach glasses the sun spring smiles. And, it seems, there is no such force so that the yoga of the newly rented from the state of the universal admission to take out, turn his improvised island, the only owner of which he is. So pulls him to call him Anasis on the tanker, but I'm afraid to offend. But not long happiness Mishkino lasted. We pulled it out of the state of creative idleness with their own phones: - Live, brother? Will not damp? How do you think you think? And so after the arrival of everything on the drum. Replies removed like this: - That you decide how to get me from here. And I only need to think about eternity, but gentlemen to remember. So once - a bear-huhnik to religion reached out. But how, the asshole, beautifully on the trade union meetings about the politics of the party and the government broadcast! Looks like a very mind moved. We see Nor Kren Mishan, we are not an assistant really. It turns out that you yourself should be imputed in the instrument. Decided quickly. My head in such minutes is a purely your computer. Believe, no? I rushed to the drill on the old road so that with the helicopters to agree on the lifting of the car, until none of the bosses found out. And Nikolasi to Seismicov led by a boat. They said that they have a four-seater "rubber band" there. It takes at least part of the cement from the body to ship and deliver to the shore to the helicopter can then raise the car. We are not neptunes what the first-class bottom of the bottom of Lai to serve. Did you understand how we quickly merged? Five minutes did not pass ... the crew "Sixters" on that day did not start for work. They are sitting on the long-stayed clearing, the aggregate flying warmth of his hearts is warm, the suspension is preparing to engage the cargo. I somehow do not fall into them with a request: - Uncle, help out. There in Laa Zilok sits on the cabin. It would be necessary to pull it on the shore ... so that the head of the column did not draw anything when he arrives with the check. I look, flying with understanding to the question reacted, not even asked for materialization of gratitude. However, before always in the north, it was possible to rely on any. For the usual thanks, such things were done ... it was now poned all the shusters. To them without a present and on the chrome mare, you will drive FIG. Yes, that this is me, Dimuly, you yourself should know everything. In short, I sit down with the crew in the cockpit of the helicopter and the way the commander show. They fought over Mishanin Barn. And that directly flattened the zil-oops rooftop, as if a plasticine bunny under the soldier's heel. It can be seen that the part of the cement of Nikolas is already a diverse and a bunch of dick. Indeed, the "gum" from Seismicov was, as you understood. Mishan on three or four bags from the body into the boat sphaw, and the partner on the cavity straight to the shore took out. We guys have noticed and stopped work. The body of ZIL is half empty already. So, there must be a "milf" (so we "the six" called) raise the car easily. There is a brudist (he is responsible for Mi-6 for fixing the cargo) says: - And your partner clinged ever suspension? I remember painfully. And I do not know why, someone seemed to me in my ear, I say that he knows, they say, a bear all about this tricky trick - the engagement of the cargo to the "turntable". "Good," Rasteist says, "I lower it to him then." Said, done, lowered the slings right above the body. Mishan to hug their hands and fell into the water. For sure - he never cling to the suspension. There, damn, such a static between the plots is formed that mom, do not burn. Their, slings, that is, you must first discharge with a dry board. And Mishan preferred the conductor himself for electricity. Not quite successful, stamps, as if the zucchik. The commander, having seen such an unclear start of the operation, suspended the "turntable" Ice is needed slightly higher to the flow so that I jump and correct the situation. Mishan, we, of course, got out of the water, and then he already there at all to the meeting of the Most High began to be speaking. No worse, probably, than to perform on the trade union meeting or, there, on polythephsis, which is not something. His Nikolasha on the banks of alcohol Ottw, wrapped in a sponge dry and closer to the warm engine shouted, as if the rag was wet. I think that without intragastric infusion it did not cost. Mishan themes and is famous that any high degrees never drinks. So far, Nikolai played to Mishan in Dr. Aibolita, I also didn't waste time too. The Dedmazaevian manner fell on the "gum" to the car, hooked the suspension, and he himself also sleeved ashore. Stewed "Six" our waterfowl and in the sky wilted. Soon we have already rebounded the drowning near the warehouse. Do not drag the same ZIL-OK to the drill, where the people are friendly more than people who will regret, and heat out, and the authorities will report. We started to open the booth with the guys. She grabbed it firmly, but in three mounts, they still moaned. And there such a dolphinarium! Ready than in Batumi. The whole cab is clogged with namilimi. Yes, not small, but real monsters - kilograms of five to eight. There are infection in ecstasy, that on your plastbase, preserved its further fate. Th about This namulmam in the flooded cockpit liked, it is unknown, but I think that the smell of Mishanic ports in their pre-first state. Although he claimed, as if the fish was hiding from spilled gasoline in such an unusual way. One way or another, and we have been whipped with these namilims almost a whole barrel. With the crew, of course, shared, and the remaining fish was brought home. Then Mishan under repair stood just until the end of the installation on the rig. With Nikolai, we were shifted with Nikolai, so as not to bring a poor fellow. There may be a story to finish. But the most interesting, Dimuly, is that one (the largest) Namilim I got from under the seats. And how he got there, the mind is incomprehensible, because the slot is only in the whip thickness? But it is there, under the seat, the Mishkina were old spheres! Here it is how, when you want to hardly want something, in any gap will entrust! I tell you exactly what you want - believe, but you want - do not believe. Yes, but, but such a successful birth of a helicopter has no longer happened to me. With these words, Alexey thoughtfully drank in advance spilled vodka, modestly joined the fresh crispy cucumber and began to do the manipulation of both hands, seeking to demonstrate the power and power of the real winter napimov.
History Second
Debt
Story Three
Bull with trailer
Here you are, Dimuly, say that the miracles of different and all sorts do not happen in the world. Say, everything is appointed in advance, agreed, approved. But, you know, my dear, unbelieving Thomas, I had every life in my life. And the cancer whistled on the mountain, and the rains on Thursday watered so that they did not pass on the puddles in the puddles. However, the princesses did not meet me, I will not lie. So, more and more shalsovka underlining da femdoms of Farovy Unusek in law. But we are not talking about Dimul. I want to tell about fate that not to buy, not to sell it is impossible. What do you give you to the Lord, it's not to hide. And if the wick in the spitting already Palo but x and it seems that there is no miracle with circumstances with circumstances, then you are a miracle and comes to the rescue. Let's tell you the case. This after Mikhail Perestroikina happened. Closed the expedition to which our autocolonna belonged. And where to go to the driver in a small village? Work, you understand, no. Nobody wants to move. Yes, and for whom to rebuild, where to go? At the mine our oil * * * In the wizard? So there the queue is already recorded for several years ahead. There are young women waiting, not like me, with a broken moth of Lysina. And here the case turned out notable. Some of the wife's relatives in the Ukhta branch of the Ministry of Emergency Situations settled. He was offered to me in our village fire team to work. Only here the drivers are not necessary for them at all, because the state of the people is smaller than the smallest minimum. Therefore, pleased, the new fighter of the Ministry of Emergency Situations, to be a wagon. And a fireman, and a lifeguard on oil facilities, and a driver of all kinds of vehicles, and a nurse, and a sister of mercy (if that!). Time for training was abound, because in the village of our emergency situations not so much. I learned to be managed with a branded, breathe in a smoke-protective suit, burning oil to stew and collect her specialized in the case of leaks from oil pipelines. Soon and the case turned up to check my skills in practice. The same thing! The case was winter, because the snow lay noble. Yes, and not hot on the street - if your ears do not close the cap, then you can send them the last "sorry" by SMS after half an hour. Yeah. Called us under the evening for a fire. No, not so serious as you thought. Economic buildings burned in one local grandmother. She fed the cattle and negligently fastened the hay kerosene lamp. Granny, it should be noted, the fighting came across - he managed chickens and pigs to expel on the street until it was worried. And when the bull was going to go to the bull, it was determined in a separate chill in the post), look, and there the roof bursts. Well, the neighbors on the console of the Ministry of Emergency Situations managed to call. We arrived our "accident" fireman in place, we examined. In general, not a fire, but a fabric business. To block it, so that it does not spread through the village, - what do you want to gain a proposal on your computer. Yes, only here is a quarrel with a bull. Crying the old woman is complaints about: - Do not leave me, children, orphanka! Save the climb of my. Kormiltsi Borushka. Then all the bumps of the breadwinters were called in the village of the struggle, for nothing, that none of them on the tank had never bothered, and I didn't even hear about Barvikhe. However, I was disturbed. So, Khlev is burning, and there - inside - the bull disappears. In this situation, we had no choice. If a woman asks, expected to go to the burning knife. Only here - who specifically? Throw off the guys on the fingers. Dropped me. I dressed a breathing mask, he pulled a heat-resistant suit on himself, and it rushed into the fire, as if Gastello on the tanks. And check the compressor sffou forgot. But first, I did not feel anything. The bull in the barn quickly noticed. He was on the floor lying, where I discovered it, stumbled. There, the fresh air suited the fresh air, the struggle and breathed. And slightly raise - immediately carbon monoxide grabbing, and hello you, please shave, you can not wear on an autopsy. And so it is clear that poisoning of omnipresent CO - carbon monoxide, that is. The bull lay somehow strange. As if the samurai before the septice of his Japanese god praises. What do you say? Is the Japanese united God not provided? What to tell you, then I'm not God Japanese and the Japanese city ... or some kind of Mikada. In a word, my object of salvation was almost ready. The rear legs are crossed, the tailbone is raised, the muzzle on the earthly floor splashes. I grabbed the struggle for the horns and raised tried. Well, so that he stood on his feet. But he, though young, but heavy - I can not move it. And the bull is already, it seems, and nothing to be saved. His eyes are sad, tears are rolling. Everything is clear - with life forgiven, with his old woman caring, with the pasture village, with an annoying northern gnus. This is evil here it took that I covered Boris Nikolayevich a multi-storey mattness from the legs to the tips of the horns and enough with all the Duri animal on the ridge. The bull began to rise, but again the knees collapsed. And I can not do anything, because I spent a lot of strength. Yes, I still feel, I feel the air badly in the breathing apparatus. Choking. It turns out, the valve is not completely open. And how do you guys shout to fix when the noise from the flame is not heard? Of course, if you lie down and not to move, then this influx of air is enough. And if a bull to raise? Here B. but The arches struggled from the roof began to fall with a whistle and hiss. It's time to run on the street. And damn with him, with the struggle. Himself to survive. But there is no strength. Complete all steps with a dozen need, but I can not. Breathe very badly. I accepted the solution to non-standard. So, from hopelessness more than from the great mind. If the bull near the floor breathes well, then I'll have enough air there. Removed the mask and to the struggle under the smoking barn set. We lie so together, two mammals. Everyone thinks about his own. He is all about herbs in the summer of the village and cows, which not yet covered. Gorky to the manufacturer to realize their nobility, crying Boris. And I remember the family: sons, wife, father-deceased, the kingdom of heaven to him. Already, I managed to say goodbye, but I remembered about the snack. I have a sleep in the box from under old boots, smeared with mint newspapers. So, I think, will start at home at home cleaning and throw away the box together with money. It is impossible to allow this. You could buy for such money for such money! Yes, and now - no less than a drawer vodka! Slowly imagined. I remembered the story that my father was told in childhood since his father, my grandfather, it became. Grandfather, then not yet deprived, lived in the Tambov province. And they in the village often alerts happened. So, grandfather father told that during the fire bulls and cows behave inadequately. Fall on your knees and do not try to be saved. And so, they say, the men are local, so that the cattle to help, the tail is breaking to her ... I remembered how my father laughed when I asked that the bulls were doing if the tail was broken at the base. - Well, you better not know about it, son! - Father arose from memory with a smile. And then suddenly changed and shouted: - Try! Try, lycha! With difficulty, I thought, where the point, but where is hallucinations. But I realized that breaking a bull tail - my only chance for salvation. I turned over, I grabbed the struggle for the vertebra, which was not intended in his carcass and, having submitted at the very reason, pulled sharply. All further occurred in seconds. I just managed to see how the legs in the struggle straightened, and then - multiple bruises from all sides, fascinated air, incredibly cold snow, blow, disable. Came to himself in the hospital. There I was told what happened. People who tried to put out the fire outside, and did not care to see me alive. Grandma walked that she was only to blame for my death and prayed furiously into heaven. And suddenly - as if the tank on the burning shower drove. From the fire and smoke there was a strange figure of a bull with a trailer, which demolished the wall and with the speed of the courier train was carried away towards the forest, the raised snow waves, which usually accompany the glisser on summer water. In that gliser, I was a passenger if you, Dimuly, understood. I don't know how, but the bull of my wire is a load of meters about a hundred, while in the tree he did not breathe. And what is characteristic, do not like cows and bulls, respectively, to go deep snow. And the struggle has become like a tail in the doorway fit. Yes, in fact, it was almost so. Only now you begin to understand the depth and multipleness of the language forms. Russian language ... He is great. In fact, great. Led in the hospital for long. I did not find any special damage, except for a dozen abandon on the ass (I knew about the hemp under the snow, you need to say, unsuccessful) and three broken Ryubers (this is on the finish the struggle of me about Birch itself, it has already been successfully). And what happened to the bull? So he did almost nothing. Slightly only the skin poured Boris as his campaign in the Communists in the 96th year. True, he could not look at this stress for a long time on chick. Well, you, hulling! I did not remember about the guarantee, and you all mocked! So ... first thought that the manufacturer became an impotent on the nervous soil. But then nothing, sinking - covered everything that the manure smells, with our pleasure. I just reacted badly at the meeting. The face of the brutal was built, like Matador, and drove thoroughly, fool. All the tail could not forgive his silent. And why a normal bull tail, if you figure it out? He is not a dog. The main thing is that all other advantages are in place. Alexey Polested Komi-Punch ** * * From the mug, he walked off the stove, which we were given for dinner and offered to smoke. Of course, I understand it. Association with fire, fire, smoke and all that. * * * The highest quality heavy oil with a very low content of paraffins is produced in the village of Voyagozh Republic Komi. It is mined by a mining way. Such a mine is also the only one in the world. ** * * Komi Punch - a mixture of two liquid components in proportion of 1: 1, strong hot sweet tea and vodka.
Story fourth
Specific hitting
Dimuly, the main thing in life so that you are correctly understood. I agree? So smart. And then because of one letter, the fate can be broken. I, in general, the case was when even all the letters coincided, just interpreted the word in different ways ... Come on, I'll tell you this case. Standing in 1971th year. I still had anything left to demobel, some month. I pulled a strap service in Buryatia, not far from the Mongol border. I do not know how now, and then not Cordon was in this place - passing courtyard; Not the border is one name. Yes, and that - indecent. By the way, the Mongols say this is the word of us and presented during the yoke. From the side of the nomads the only look was on main road To Ulan-Batar. On our part, of course, Cordonon is little more. But also not thick. All outposts are real, combining on the other side of Mongolia are located, where the Chinese after Damansky come to themselves for the second year. They gave us the demobelsky outfit with the partner of Sasha. His hay to the Mongols with him, not that in the collective farm, not the state farm, they would unlock the narrowless. There are some dry-battulos that look close to the eye from the posters under hand with cedenballs, and no explanation, which is needed by them from the peasantry - whether the Kumsa is thaws, whether horse meters are for the needs of catering. But our business is small, know yourself, barrage across the border. There - here. In Mongolia, we will unload the hay from the body, we again in Buryatia for the product of the first animal need. And so now, as long as, as long as Ulan-Ude, the hay does not emigrate to the neighboring territory in full volume. With our help, of course. How is this procedure in modern, do not remember? Smuggling herbs. In how! So, we go with a sushka on two old onboard lawns, without any weapon. Tea, not a special forces. So, the peasants are unfinished. And in general, I kept the weapon in the army only on the oath, and then more and more "Branca" or Charters. And very, you need to say, it's good that they did not give me a machine gun. Well, how I lose! I already have here, at work, the case was almost tragic with weapons, do not bring Lord. Rather, with his (weapon) lies. Then, Dimuly, I will tell you this story. To rush to us nowhere. The resort is drinking, and the procedures are less left. The kidneys died, and there is nothing to treat. What is not happiness? So, already bored already? Well, now you can continue my army history. One day we returned with a sleigh from the "enemy" rear for the next party of the hay. Not far from the border in the distant mirror I noticed a dust post over the primer. Someone caught up with us. It was difficult to disassemble which transport there goes, its army or local. One thing is clear, the car is easily. Here she was already so much so much that I saw - behind the wheel of GAZ-21 (remember, the old one "Volga" with a deer on the hood?) Mongol sits. And see, not simple Mongol. Because in a black suit, with a tie and a cake hat. Otherwise - party "Shishka". Here is the number nomenclature, prestigious on the bumper hanging. Only the driver was taking with me with me, and well, let's sign up for a fire rushing. He wants me to move on Sanka to the side and the road to him. So it was easily able to miss it - the road was not very promoted. We met in Europe, however. I see, Sanka in the window stuck out of the cockpit, something shows me on the fingers. "Yeah, he does not want it so, for cool live, the communist of an informat, widespread forward to pass himself," I guessed. With this, Dimuly, I think, and you are quite solidarity, not to mention my corporal soul, because it was tired of the full "home owners", packed above the top of the top. What are we worse with Sanya? Well, we have a neat party pie on your head, but only the sweaty washed blankets, so what? Now we can wave us like those rams in the steppes? Will not come out, Comrade Mongolian secretary. Will not wait. Recovered Reliva about E, as they say, come, Kuma, admire! Song and I also come on to signal and indecent Mongol gestures in the window show. And he does not get up, it wants to protract us past us, lean, so to speak, to the border under the cover of road dust. Okay! Want? You are welcome! We here with Sasha each other were understood without words. I would still - such a kilometer wound up for the service. I drive away on the road, but I do not drop the speed. Sanka has the same maneuver produces. Here our Mongol bought. Not strategist he was. Yes, and not a tactic. All for the clean coin accepted and rushed between us and a ditch on another side. Here we did it, like Poulus Chuikov near Stalingrad. Flooded Mongol and in front, and behind, so do not break out of these ticks. We started together with the sled to press the zil-kami in the direction of the nomenclature "Volzhan" in the direction of the ditdle that served for water drain. Not long our party ace has changed. Braided, he flew into the cuvette and remained on the edge of the Mongolian desert one on one with his fears. We crossed the border with Sanya and stood up under loading. And over that a peasant in a piped hat for a cup of Kums was trembling. And in vain, you need to notice. The rest of the day went without adventure, but the next morning began something early unprecedented. Straight with Ranny, even before the lifting, wakes me a daytime and says that I quickly dressed. Waiting, they say me. The investigator from the Trans-Baikal Military District arrived. What district, what is the investigator? I do not understand anything. But jumped quickly, washed and went out on the street. There I have already been waiting for sure. Casting two practices under his arms, handcuffs were put on the "goat" they snapped down (then there was still a lawn with the so-called, and not later Ulyanovsk brazing bracket). Of course, I do not think about the head of the head. I can not understand - for what! And the case with this Mongolian "dumping" is somehow not remembered. Well, I appeared before the bright watch of the investigator. A prominent such captain, a lounge. See from the tribal. Ho-style ... Now it seems to me that it was not the captain that was at all, but a half-rone rank of older. However, it is definitely not assumed. He planted me at the table on the contrary, ordered my arms of my corn from handcuffs to free. We hide the tea, and the eyes are so angry with the headless shofer, as if Kokelot. The captain asks (let it still - the captain): - Where were you taken before yesterday with such a time? - And where should I be? - I answer. - Hay drove in Mongolia. "One," asks the investigator, "drove? Of course, I said that we were working together with Sanya. What to hide? The tickets are easy to check. The captain littered, smiled and asked: - So you will not deny the criminal collusion? I also overturned from the chair: - What other collusion? What are you, Comrade Captain? He laughs like Mephistofel, and continues to ask his questions. And it seems like a Jew. This is remembered, they are so accepted - to answer the question. - Severe "Volga" saw? - BREATHORIN between the fins of the dynamic dynamus-locked the Satanic brilliance. Only now it came to me that the whole point is in the very case on the road. But there is no concern. In the end, there was no accident. Think, I learned a little Mongol. So after all, the rules were practically not violated. This is not a revived crossroads in Ulan-Ude. Steppe still. The captain, meanwhile, almost tried. He became vigorously on the office like an elegant jaguar on soft paws and almost purred from the anticipation of close union. "So," Volga "seen. Okay. And the driver, I hope, also saw? - The investigator shone like an anchor adjusted in the electric motor. I confirmed. - And you with a partner pressed the respected Comrade Munulik Eldegtei right in the middle of the road? I did not mind again. Really pressed. True, not in the middle of the road, but to the right side. This is if in the direction of Ulan-Ude to watch. But there was nothing to be Hamit and signal to us as Loham Mongolian. We are not on camels rode. "So, you argue that together with ordinary Alexander N. attacked the secretary of the party organization of a hurry-valued aimak in the middle of the road and gave it to the preliminary conspiracy? Here I objected: - We did not affect. Just gestures to each other showed what to do. Yes, and did not attack, it hurts. So, slightly drove. The captain bloomed like a New Year's cactus in some Acapulcot: - Yeah, yes there is a long spat collective here a unarmed look. Even the words you do not need! Shaka, in one word! How long have you been so industrial? I got up: - How so? How do they produce? - And what are you bypass, press people on the roads, give them, take money and documents? - The votes of the investigator acquired a shade of rusty door loops. - Yes, for such shrimp stuffs, guys, you have no less than five years of the Misbate! And here is the disbat?! I was shocked and climbing: - Why do we need their Tugry, Comrade Captain? What to buy on them in our part? The investigator, seeing my disassembled state, a little softened and continued the indictment: - In vain surprised, the corporal! Ignorance of the law, as they say ... And what do we have in your case? And we have the following. A criminal grouping of two military servicemen, in other words, a gang, taking advantage of treason transport, violated the state border. Then, on the territory of a friendly Mongolia, attacked the party secretary, the pah, the damn himself will not figure out what aimak, Comrade Mudaluk ... However, it doesn't matter. Presid him to the sideline, then pressed directly to the roadway with the aim of suffocating and pleasing material values \u200b\u200bearned by Mongolian comrades honest. Thus, the above-planned gang violated such that, such, the articles of the Criminal Code of the USSR and the Criminal Code. Namely, the following is incriminated to: violation state border, attack on the official party person of a foreign state with damage to the average severity, as well as the vision of documents and money of the victim. And after all, you will argue that five years of the disciplinary battalion too much? The pray for God, guys, so that you "tower" did not give in the light of a tense situation on the eastern borders of the USSR. I shouted: - Yes, we assured this wise ... Comrade Mongol! But not literally. Just we pushed his car to the roadside. That's all. We have not seen any money and documents. We did not strangle this enthile, because even from the cars did not get out. And that before the border breaking, so we work there for the second month. You can find part among the commander! The captain is a little juiced, but quickly recovered and threw some paper on the table: - And how is it to understand? Here is black on white ... I took the sheet and read the following text:
"KosPotin Tavarich Savetski Pasoms on the Mongolian People's People Ritsublik C First Secretaries" Khrenzvalekoe "Aimaka Party People's Huhural Munulika Eldegtei
statement
This number of this year I, Munulick Eldelgtei, EHAY on the revenue affairs of the Soviet folk country. Twee Bandit Surprised by Avtamabil Zil Nakinulitz to me, Put to the Tarog Aboquin, press my onto the ground. The nervous stool came to me to the Nabloga on the aimak. Dissagged 400 Tugrik Portstone Katsa Pottz. Quarts Spytikov Provocations Divertsant broke the line of lines. The inclusions are waking up impatient. Number Signature "In the upper left corner there was someone's sweeping visa:" Approximately Zarabayev ". That's the way, without punctuation signs. It was not clear about Zakolbayev - whether we had a shank in mind, whether it was such a surname of the wrote document. And I thought, because there was no other signature on a piece of school notebook. Only the date. Now it is clear from where this nonsense about border violators and a strong suffocation of the party leader. And membership fees are a matter, so to speak, pass through. Just a cute party The uncle decided to "cut off the cabbage", having chosen everything on the evil Soviet military. But the worst thing that was in the whole "criminal" story, so it's not even what Mongol recorded the numbers of our cars and attached to his statement. The worst that his unhealthy fantasies believed, and we were not. I was taken to the "Guba". It remained to hope that the international conflict resolve somehow kindly. So it, in fact, came out. The captain, questioning Sanka, was convinced - we say one But the same, do not contradict each other. Find out that the boundaries are violation - only the fruit of the Mongolian party imagination did not make difficulty. There were still witnesses, on our happiness, who saw that no one was pressed toward the party boss and did not attach to suffocation. In general, we did not leave the cabs of our Zilkov, and, therefore, we simply did not have the opportunity to join the bins of the Great People's Huhral. It would be necessary to close on this, and the mention of "Zakolbayev" on the Mongolian statement urged the command to adequately respond to the wish of higher party comrades, perhaps even closed diplomatic powers. Therefore, we left with Sanka on the "lip" for ten days, and then Demobel detained for a month. Yes, more: I was deprived of the Efreator rank with a streamlined wording in the order: "For repeated attempts to disturb the state border." As if I was put on the other side of the border than that I tried to break it without end. So I see a cute picture, as I am in a state of somnambulic sleep, I strive to cross the cherished line. And Sasha and there was nothing to deprive. Below, in those days in the army of the title was not. Maybe now will appear? Some - an alternative ordinary belly front. So, Dimuly. And if there were no witnesses at hand the investigator from the military prosecutor's office? Would I sit next to you now? In-a-a-mind! Alexey saved and filled the emptiness in the stomach of Vodka "Urzhumka" formed as a result of this. It seems that the drink could not fill the whole niche. So it's time to eat. What you wish.
Fifth history
A FAREWELL TO ARMS!
It was in the middle of the seventies if the memory does not fail. I worked then in the area of \u200b\u200bthe current Haryaggy, practically on the border with the Nenets Autonomous District. This year, from Izhevsk, the team arrived on the test of "Buranov" (snowmobile such, such a motorcycle, should know) in real conditions of future operation. We work with a little gland, and the testes were drove in different directions. "Buranov" is not that five, not then six. For a long time they are tundra. A few days. Each tester with himself on the sleigh barrels with a fuel, a radio station, a supply of provisions. For the designated time, one test did not return. It was then found frostbitat. They said that she was crashed in Perenok, fell and the spine damaged. Therefore, before the radio station could not. Saint Rachenitsy scared more than a day. Found this guy alive else. Then he sent the hospital to the hospital. I do not know, however, he survived or not. But not about the question, Dimuly. I turn to the main one. Testers sat down in the office reports to write about their impressions about the running and other quality of the snowmobile, and the cars themselves were closed in the hangar. Just there that hangar? On it, the castle is suspended with a motion - a cute business, for our brother, driver, is a clean pleasure. It would be necessary to register. Little. The driver, geophysics and geologists are curious people. We will also want to ride or, worse, explore the match. You remember, at the time, even on the drawings of the meat grip, the vulture "completely secretly" put. And here - new snowmobiles! Head of the test for a long time decided to entrust to whom. I decided - better professionals. Such turned out to be near, by a happy coincidence. Service from the militarized security, which warehouses with a geophysical explosive were silent, just at such a role. People are more and more in years, responsible, subscription of non-disclosure "just what they will see" gave. In addition, they have no problems with weapons. And what, tell me, Worthrowers, working in the "day after three" mode refuses additional earnings? Fortunately and hangar immediately in the village. So to universal pleasure and shaved: a day guard explosive Karaulit, a day sleeps, a day "Buran" guards, the day sleeps again. This is in theory. And in practice, everything turned out differently. It happened with the drivers, unexpected payments. Rather, it's not a pay even - an advance. In the field season, usually all under the record live, and the money is only seen on the big earth. And then something did not work in accounting. I do not know exactly what it is. In a word, we gave us a certain impressive amount by the statement. And where to make money in the field? The famous business is a holiday of the soul to arrange. For this occasion in the village, the nearest delegation was sent. And this is more than a hundred kilometers. But no distances could spoil the holiday. Gathered in the evening in the feast wide. All invited: both geophysicists and testes. We sat quite well - half quickly dropped because of unhealthy, tomorrow's work, oblique view of the chief and simply constant about the dangers of a hangover. And when all the tests have already been resolved, the guards came running from the Angara, who were on the shift. Now they can already be if the head does not see. Three came to them (another post with explosives left). Guys, immediately visible, solid. Having raised the boroughties, the holsters came out and everyone came out to come out of the room. It is they weapons to hide the weapons to "drunk" what did not happen and so that the tablet weapon did not disappear by chance. No wonder their chief testes chose a snowmobile snowmobile. Exactly - the responsible people. So thoroughly for the holiday of an unexpected advance approached, which soon slept - who dropped. Woke their hour for one and a half before the references at objects. In order to have time to bring themselves in order to bring and convey the well-protected good, just in honor of honor. Worthovers quickly dressed and puzzled fear under beds and in bedside tables (the other, there was no furniture in the room). Weapons in place, but there is no weapon. Here they are on us - the driver - quite specifically drove. Closed the door from the inside. No one goes to find out the circumstances of the disappearance ordered. The guards themselves interrogate the hospitable hosts for the subject "Who Sources Pistols?!" Here, the surprised people, making sure the foundation of the sons of Cerberovov, resembling that those themselves were hidden in the room from the evil eye and the gorge of the villainsky. Without witnesses. So, if the guards do not remember anything, then there is no need for honest people to crumble. Okay. Crested the guards a little, they took up more carefully. Searches continued. Now already - solid and pedantic. They cut the entire room, the mattresses, the pillows were forgiven, the stove smashed, disassembled an old TV. No weapons, and that's it. And that surprisingly - the owners of the beam accurately remember the fact of spreading pistols in the Worthovers, and those, on the contrary, do not remember anything like that. For minutes, forty disassembly continued, a little before the fight did not come to the bloodshed to the freshly fallen snow. Yes, here in the beams, one of the unreaculated geophysicists with the likeness of bewilderment on the face and embarrassment in the scrupulous soul of the Lyric Bakhus was embarrassing. He went past and discovered that an Avoska was hanging outside the window of our housing, full of something mysterious. Only yesterday still the grid was thin as Fambala. Only a couple of small sings were stored in it (remnants with past fishing). This geophysicist remembered accurately, because just on the eve of the forehead hit the growing fish, when he returned to himself in the first rows of the fighters tired of the holiday. Deciding that a cute "driver" did not forget about the process of removing the hangover syndrome by the ancient way to "Wedge Wedge", he frowned by an accident and curiously looked inside the newsprint with curious anticipation. Everything expected to see a geophysicist in this package: a nonpilling bottle of vodka, or not even one (it is preferable), fresh fish, ice cream, a small collection of works by V.I. Lenin in 12 volumes, a set of underwear warm clothes, inflatable A woman of middle-aged Asian outdoor, duplicated gypsy cuckoo, a snowmobile transmission "Buran" ... all, but not three new, shiny holsters with three Makarov pistols inside. So, Dimuly, go away - take a closer look? And if the geophysics did you have time to hang before? It would have hung weapons in Avoska to spring, and the assholes of these from the security would be planted for the loss of tablet PM. The benefit of the zone is near. So in our case, the saying can and so reell: "Let's go away - and go to the zone." Want - Believe, Dimuly, you want - do not believe. Alexey Schshlebuch black from the welding of the real northern tea from the ceramic mug with the inscription " Alex "and began to collect things. Train yu he leaving home in the morning. october-November 2003, November 24, 2008
The newly happened by the Bardov Festival was told on the same bard festival. A small district town on Don, time around eleven in the evening. The man goes (he told himself) from fishing on a motorcycle with a cradle. And literally for 100 meters from the house it is hampered by the traffic police officer. Well, she shook something. The fisherman stacked his, let go, they say, to me to the house - he is - he is hand. Well, take here a couple of sickles, just let go.
"I can't without resolving the head of the post" says.
And he leads the detainee to the post. And in the post, the head with the third policeman vodka is silent and hooked up ...
Food in a minibus, the driver includes a radio and periodically audible negotiations between his colleagues on the Baranki and Wheel shop.
And then there is a call on the air to be taken to the right - someone had to drive. In response, there is immediately dealt: "Who will turn the steering wheel to the right, that sucker", and the gentlecasts to different voices of all drivers in the district.
And again the story about the minibus ... The bus is a Pazik, not so long ago there was a stop, and then some peasants began to wade out to go to the exit. She is on demand ...
It naturally tales on the button above the door ... Silence ... He looks at her, he still ... She doesn't call ... He doesn't get up, he also tightened ... Here, from the partition, irritated The physiognomy of the driver, (which all this time has a flashlight light bulb): "Jin! .. Your mother !!!"
21th route. The procedure is simple - passengers jump into the cabin, quickly searched in places, so that no one has taken this place before, after which they are waiting for patiently when the driver passes in the ranks and will collect MZD, namely, the passage for the passage. After that, those who agree to ride standing on the salon.
Here, there is a procedure for selecting money by the driver from sitting passengers, in the cabin itself, near the doors it is already the most impatient one of those who want to ride standing. The driver gathered money, returns to his legitimate place at Baranki (it is the only empty, and it's already a hundred ...
Epigraph: "If you have a fountain, shut it up, let him relax the fountain" K. Rodkov
Nevertheless, there is something crazy in me, for, even at such a time, like a tireless runway in search of work, I manage to listen to something and even remember. Amazing thing - brain. But closer to the body, as Maupassan spoke, or rather, Ilf and Petrov, referring to the above mentioned author.
Sketching first.
I went to the minibus a fairly jerked guy, took out the phone and led the conversation, and mocking it with it. The conversation was conducted with a woman who obviously did not approve the present condition of the guy. The latter, solved all the lambers ...
The terrible violator of traffic police of Ireland was the fiction of the police
Ireland police found out that the driver named the right of the Yazda, waning through the country for violations of the rules road, I never existed. As it turned out, the phrase "the right of the Yazda" (Prawo Jazdy) in Polish means " driver's license"And not at all is the name and surname of the person, transfers the BBC.
The guess of Ozarila One of Ireland's Road Police officers, who knew Russian a little and told the colleagues "terrible truth." The driver appeared in the database of the road police under the name of the ...
Yesterday I go to work, as I have already guessed, go on a minibus. Honestly, even sorry for the car to change - I will lose so much "joy" (well, I certainly scored). But back to our branches.
I sit in a minibus in a dead end - this is also your own charm, because You are going sitting and there is a possibility to observe what is happening with some amenities. The driver on this minibus was a man with colorful patronymic - Petrovich. A very famous personality on the route (legends and stories about it are transferred from mouth to mouth), and now you will understand why.
So, the time to go, Petrovich releases the handbrake and Mers -...
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As you know, the President of Ukraine prefers on trips to stay surrounded by the whole army. The steward of it is more than a hundred cars and about a thousand police officers and the security service of Ukraine on duty on the streets.
According to the rules, they are the first to go on their armored "tanks", literally making their way and not paying attention to any foreign objects (including other people's cars). After them is the president's car. Complete column already, actually, local cars. Wednesdays of the second group and was my father.
Each profession is attractive. Lawyer, stewardess, graphic designer, taxi driver ... They all have a diverse stories and interesting cases behind the luggage. Today's interlocutor "Vistey" is the owner of a small auto repair shop, a conventional mechanic. However, he, in addition to routine everyday life, is what to remember.
Conscience of Chista
Avtomechanic Sergey works in the Dnieper Car Services for more than 20 years. At his account - thousands of repaired cars and grateful customers. A few years ago, a man opened his small car service. He is a very modest man, and talking with the press agreed only under the conditions of anonymity.
"Once a boyfriend arrived at a hundred years of twenty," Sergey told. "The Audi driver had doubts about the reliability of the brakes, and since the trip to Kiev had to be reached, he intended to change the discs. The situation would not differ from many others if the manner of communication young man It was not, to put it mildly, coarse. He ordered to quickly set new discs to quickly, and it was not immediately able to understand that at a hundred no store, and the necessary details must be provided. It was helping to help his father, a solid man of fifty years later, helped after half an hour. They and son brought brake discs. However, when I started the work, I realized that it was noteworthy to put new ones - it was only necessary to clean and tighten those that were. When they returned to customers their discs in the package, father, without hiding wondering, said: "But you could pick them up and say that they changed."
"People over the years have developed a stereotype," the interlocutor notes, - that the staff of the car service is deceived and attractive. I have a quiet sleep more expensive. Moreover, his life is pleased, enough money is enough. Someone, perhaps, deception and more sometimes earns, but I have no penal from constant and new customers, I also get generous premium for conscientious and fast work. "
Love happens
What is interesting, the decency of Sergey and the trust of customers not only affect the earnings, but once he was highlighted by creating his own family. Ten years ago, late in the evening, the bell of his mobile phone rang. In the tube - an alarmed voice of a girl who somehow came to do a planned then her Volkswagen. She returned from a business trip, and in the center of Pavlograd a steering thrust was broken off. An option to trust the car to the local car service Oksana did not suit. She was offered to leave the car, and returned to the Dnieper on a taxi or to settle in the hotel. The sum for the repair was notable ...
"I will not chat," Sergey admitted, "I went to save the girl only because I experienced sympathy for her. On a guy in a dirty robe, with empty motor oil, she did not understand much attention. Hopefully, suddenly now will notice me ... In Pavlograd, he was already in the first hour of the night. Oksana expected at the nearest round-the-clock cafe. Fixing her cars on the trailed faucet, we went to the Dnieper in a small move. The road was told, and it turned out that we have a lot of common interests. She, as for the girl, is well versed in the cars, she also likes the creativity of "Beatles", she likes to arrange picnics in nature. Then there was a sympathy between us, which over time earned into something more. "
Ungrateful Choo.
Another story of our interlocutor is an ingratitude of one of the customers.
"My wife Oksana has the best friend Svetlana. They from school were "not spilling water." Lights herself raised her son. With difficulty accumulated Dima on Subaru to the end of the university, the cost of the maintenance of the car he took over. Somehow girlfriend asked to make Dmitry's planned that with an unreal discount, since the son could not find a job. I did not want to agree, but the spouse insisted. I gave a discount of 70%, made everything at the highest category.
And what was a surprise, "Sergey said in his voice in his voice, - when this" son "began to tell me at every corner that I had an overestimated price, worked for a long time and poorly, also Nahamil. Unfortunately, Svetlana did not understand the situation and believed in the fudges of his Chad. Their friendship with my wife spoiled. And only after a while, when Dima gave the car to the service to another service, Svetlana opened truth. She apologized to my Oksana, and her son found the strength to ask for forgiveness from me. "
Ladies behind the wheel
Many in the work of Sergey and curiosities, many of which are associated with the representatives of the beautiful sex. Somehow a girl appealed to him with a request to repair headlights. Reported that he planned to arrive early arrive. In the car sat down before dawn, but the headlights could not turn on. She did not take risked in the dark, but so far I waited for the sunrise - fell asleep right behind the wheel. The exam was missed, and nothing remained how to go to the car service ...
"I inspected the car and immediately set the reason for the lack of light," the owner of the car operator told, "both headlights are rudely doried from their nests along with the wires. The girl was extremely surprised. She did not even suspect that there is such a root. And when her friend brought new headlights, told us an anecdote: "Blonde arrives on an expensive foreign car. It is complaining about the auto show that the car is twitching, it stalls ... Already a dozen workshops traveled, and for some reason I refused to even make diagnostics. After the next refusal, the blonde sherself looked under the hood and found a note: "She, stupid, can not ride. I will not pay. Husband".
Spectacular awakening
Our interlocutor spoke about the funny case that happened to his colleague Semyon five years ago. "It all started with the fact that he was born twins. Joy, of course, there was no limit - noisily celebrated the appearance of Diana and Maxims. When the routine and sleepless nights began, Semyon dreamed in the interruptions right at work, on a chair. Employees and the boss treated this with understanding, but it could not be encouraged. She did not stop it, and he continued to sleep during lunch, but already on rear seats Auto that were repaired. Somehow one of the customers took his BMW ahead of time. But no one knew that the new father was sleeping there. But that's not all! At some point, Semyon woke up, and the driver suddenly saw in the rearview mirror. The owner of the car, of course, was reversible from such a surprise, but did not complain - he himself had three children ... ".
Ekaterina Chertnichenko
