And here on following nobody leaves, and mum with the child will enter...
And on following - there are four, and three will enter...
spervonachalu very few people pays attention to all these announcements, but however soon enough the people find out
that all uninvited these predictions oddly come true. All. To the uniform. And it is absolutely exact.
... On following three leave, and two will enter - the man and the woman.
What there following? Moscow? Two leave, two will enter...
Mouths pomalenku reveal, eyes are rolled out. Already all listen to it, as if any Zhvanetsky, except any faded maiden who
have gone deep into the varnished detective. Other vnemljut it is greedy, with sweet horror, and anybody to turn around on it
does not risk, only ears at all are incited, as at beaten cats.
... And on the following one will enter, and one leaves.
Precisely: one enters (and at once, by the way, with fear nastorazhi - vaetsja - whether there it has got and what here for
affairs occur?), but here does not leave - anybody! The trolley bus costs with open doors, a watch ticks, already some
mischievous snouts turn to the hungover prophet, already shutters of doors start to be closed, but here the dim maiden slams
suddenly the reading matter and with a cry "Oh-it!" (Or something something like that) is torn through the neighbour in a seat
and without the small jams in the doorway, but has time to jump out. On a trolley bus the knocked down sigh is carried by.
All wait that will be further, but further occurs nothing: the prophet is silent, heroically battling with abstinentnym a syndrome.
And when the trolley bus stops once again, it rises from the place - small, careless, krivorotyj, - goes down on a step to leave,
and at last declares: - In ninety pole will choose Yeltsin, and in two tyshchi nuclear war with terrorists will be a pole...
It - about it. Though it not so small, and is faster tall, not careless, and very much even well-groomed, and never gets drunk
to a hang-over.
(He at all does not like to be drunk. "That it for the sake of I will get drunk? - He asks is gloomy. - me and so it is cheerful".) I
perfectly remember times when were still live and even are healthy, it quite often then stayed in cheerful mood, did not
neglect to drink a glass and with pleasure weakened itself jokes. Now it does not joke. Never.
And on those who at its presence dares to joke, looks.
Attentively. As if waits for continuation.
The second history is plain and in much smaller degree kanonichna. A certain (sacred) person is attacked by crowd of
having a good time teenagers, nanjuhavshihsja any rubbish, and can be, is simple - with a view of a rest. It surround, press to
a garden lattice and are accepted was to torment, but here he powerfully proclaims, addressing to the leader: "do not
hesitate! Tomorrow find the book. The author - a name of the rivers. The name - a name of the rivers a stroke.
Search! "Shaken (than, actually?) young razdolbai liberate it immediately, and the leader and really begins to search for the