The soles of his shoes rattled, and the things in the briefcase, which were already sloppily folded so that the briefcase seemed bigger and bloated, were even more mixed up inside. There were inscriptions and various drawings on the entrance wall, Vadim Alexandrovich once caught such a person, but did not teach him a lesson, it was all the same what this young man was doing, the main thing was not with a knife in his hand.
I got to the airport by bus, which were delivered at the beginning of the twenty-first century. Convenient transport, but crowded and not very pleasant smelling, well, just like an ordinary train then. I found the right flight and got on the plane for the first time. The professor did not get out anywhere, except on the street to work or to the store, he did not see the country, as well as foreigners, only if Negroes were students or the same tourists. At that moment, the man felt joy and a surge of energy, he was excited, like a child after chocolate, from just the thought of the sea and the ship!
Sitting in his seat on the plane, he felt a little dizzy with admiration. The smell of the plane was sterile and quite unusual. A flight attendant walked through the rows and checked the tickets or whether someone was sitting correctly. The plane was still standing for a long time before departure. Few came yet, but soon the entire economy class was packed with different families and people. Then a voice sounded on the microphone, which drowned out the general hum and urged to buckle up immediately.
The plane went on the track, this moment was very exciting, it seemed to the doctor of sciences that the tremor had returned, and it was only the plane that vibrated easily from the work of the engines on the wings. Then he began to accelerate harder until he completely lifted off the ground and removed the chassis. Vadim was looking out the window with his eyes all this time, his heart was captured by the whole landscape and the moment. For a long time, the man believed that he would never go to sea, swim on a ship, and now he is flying all the way by plane to Lisbon, then across the Atlantic Ocean by ship to Florida, from there also back.
Vadim Alexandrovich experienced an unheard-of pleasure when flying and realizing his own dream, which he had been striving for since childhood
He was ready to jump out of the window from this overabundance of emotions, but in fact he looked calm, not a muscle twitched from overflowing delight. Cities, forests, rivers, lakes, seas and all that are located under it. There were no people in sight, but they were swarming under this plane. The sound from the engines was very loud and even sound insulation with the help of portholes was not omnipotent. Soon the plane rose much higher than the clouds, and it was already difficult to see the ground under the clouds and pale white clouds.
Vadim Alexandrovich was looking out the window all this time and reading a magazine along with a brochure, in addition, he had an interesting book in his briefcase, but unfortunately, he was taken and put in the luggage compartment of the plane. An equally old man, already completely gray-haired and with a prosthetic tooth, was snoring under his ear. Vadi ambiguously adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and also decided to sleep at least a little, he wouldnt miss anything.
Sleeping on an airplane was somewhat different from sleeping on a train, if on the train you were lulled by the transport itself knocking on the rails, then the plane flew smoothly, only trembling a little, as if the plane also had goosebumps from delight. But Vadim was an ordinary person and even standing up could fall asleep like a horse in a herd, so it was not difficult to fall asleep here under the snoring of a neighbor, even somehow much easier.
And so Vadim got to Lisbon, the capital of Portugal, as far as he knew
We boarded at the airport without interference. Walking down the ramp, Vadim felt the rays of the sun glide over his pale skin. He could feel the wind blowing through his body, through the jacket he wore at school. Some kind of traveler mania has awakened in the mans mind. He saw so many people in one place, heard so many words, the meaning of which he did not understand. Vadim took his briefcase, completely stuffed with things in his hand, and walked with a very confident and straight gait in the general pile of chattering people. Camera lenses sparkled, many taxi drivers stood near the airport, they approached and offered their services.
The guide met a bunch of tourists just at the exit and led them to the bus. The transport shone from its cleanliness and all the smoke went up through the pipe immediately into the air. The bus itself was dark and stuffy, and a lot of people who were talking among themselves went inside. Vadim sat down with a thin man who took a paper bag on his lap. He looked unhealthy, and when the bus started moving under the voice of the guide, who was talking about local places, Vadim realized what was the matter. This man began to feel sick and he threw out all the contents of his stomach into a bag. Vadim had to look at it, and when his eyes failed him, he continued to listen to the muffled moans of his neighbor.
Vadim did not listen to the guides chatter, but simply watched the cars that passed next to the bus or paid attention to houses with interesting architecture. Soon they arrived at the ferry. A pleasant wind blew in my face, bringing with it the smell of water, wet stones and, it seems, boiled corn. A ship was slowly rocking at the dock. It was a large-sized liner with a deckhouse at the very top, it was built recently and although it has already managed to make several voyages, this route was built specifically for this newest liner and now it will set off for the first time on a new course.
The liner itself matched its proud name, which was emblazoned on it «Columbia». Its engine was hidden by the hull of the ship, but the propellers were visible from the outside and even the black water did not hide them. The captain and a sailor were standing at the gangplank, the captain was smoking a pipe and wiggling his mustache when he checked the passengers tickets. His tokens glowed in the sun. The sailor was standing next to him, his hands folded behind his back and his youthful chest puffed out. He looked to be twenty-two, and the stubble was already visible on his face. Vadim looked at him with invisible envy, because he could also be an ordinary sailor and surf the seas and oceans like pirates from books.
The ladder creaked under Vadims feet, and his eyes looked into the foaming abyss. Moss and algae grew on the stones of the pier. The ship was rocking on the waves, and Vadim almost fell, leaning on the railing. Lifebuoys hung on the walls of the ship, the clear glass of the portholes sparkled. All the doors were open, but thick and heavy. Ropes rested on the floor, and an anchor lay hidden from all eyes overboard. There was a swimming pool on the ship, and there were sun loungers nearby. The sailors walked around the deck and washed the floor, or went about their other business. On the ground floor there was a technical compartment under the floor, already higher on the second floor there were cabins and rooms for entertaining people, for example, a private mini-bar. When the captain checked all the tickets, he walked slowly to the control room, accompanied by that young man. There were a lot of people on board, the wheels of their suitcases beat a drum on the deck, speech flowed in a stream from human lips.