Another half hour of leisurely conversation and even the neighboring tables will learn about my youthful dream to play jazz in New York, the lack of Russian-language manuals at that time and about my interest in English. My selfless story in fluent English is interrupted by an unexpected remark from one of the Americans: Good evening!
Following the gaze of the foreigner, I turn around. I see the burning eyes of a twenty-year-old waitress who is imperceptibly standing behind my back, such eyes are in the audience when you perform virtuoso passages during improvisation. Good evening! the waitress, somewhat embarrassed and with a slight smile on her face, watches as I, with my mouth open, again turn my gaze to the Americans. You have to look better! They nod.
Night. Immersed in difficult thoughts, I walk along the freeway. This concrete monster was specially built by the last suitor of the princess for fast driving and frequent dates with her. But according to local residents, the shortest way to the Principality is the iron one. And many, like me, chose this very path. Hey! This is my canvas, a long, skinny girl in a leather jacket blocked my path. There is a fork further. Maybe we will disperse. There are only two rails. But there are a lot of sleepers! Ash Lithuanian nyasuprantu. And I understand her very well.
6. THE DOG IN THE SEA
6. THE DOG IN THE SEA
When I reached the fork, I did not want to go a roundabout way at all, and I suggested. Its cold. Can we sleep together? On the bare burnt grass? We dont even have a blanket. Will the haystack suit you? There is one on the hillock. Okay, but only one night. There is a border somewhere nearby. Climbing the hillock, we settled in a haystack. I did not want to sleep and I moved closer to the girl. Almost close. It is too early. Im not cold yet, she pushed me aside with her hand. What is your favorite band? Acey. What are you? Mine too! the phrase was pronounced in the language of the principality and the girl asked in surprise. Do you know this language? I understand something. Then it will be easier for us. US? You said only once. Im not cold with you. Good. Im going to sleep. I had a nightmare in my dream. I fought with some big guy, but he turned out to be a weakling and quickly gave up. Then, after a short pause, the ring judge, drawing out his words unnaturally, announced: Ladies and gentlemen. And now its an unusual match. In the ring there is an incomparable Violet! the commentator warmed up the crowd making long pauses, And charming Chamomile! Scheme A. A. B. A. Winner takes it all!
Two stunning beauties took the stage. They smiled. They threw off the bottom and started pounding me. Their scheme was worked out Chamomile, making a grip from behind, tried to reach my ear with his teeth, and Violet, standing in front, kept adjusting her glasses and finally, having calculated the trajectory, flopped to her knees and bit me painfully. After the second round, I flopped down on a chair exhausted and almost numb with surprise my dear mother with a mop jumped out into the ring and began to belittle me sobbing: Son, I forgot what the aab scheme is. Forgive God! In parts A, the established schemes are used. Part B consists of some imrovisations. The gong sounded. Girls from real jazz beat me in the stomach with their head, dragged me by the hair and finally began to pour a violet-chamomile blend from Chanel on the haggard and defeated. Mom, dear, I shouted let them throw the white towel! They cant, Mommy answered, they forgot to wash it. Well, at least you rubbed the dust? already in delirium I asked. There is no dust here. There is hay, answered the calm voice of a girl in a leather jacket. Hay. Straw. Hay. Straw, I rushed to the left, then to the right, reflecting the imaginary blows of my rivals. Cuddle up to me, the girl whispered, and listen.
7. NO SNACK
Valyok took out the key and opened the apartment door. The day was sunny and therefore it was light at home. I was hungry. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. There was a covered frying pan on the stove. Mom was not at home. Having removed the lid of the frying pan, Valyok discovered there a rare thing in the house in the post-perestroika years meat. Pieces of grilled meat! The last time he ate such a dish was several years ago, when Banana took him outside to play, and in an hour, with a saxophone and a guitar, they made a lot of money. And now the fried meat was just as delicious as it was then. The phone rang. Valyok picked up the phone:
Yes what time ? Good.
An hour later he was already at the station and, noticing Fomich, Valera and Relative, greeted:
Hey!
Hey!
Have you taken everything?
Yes.
Ill go buy cigarettes.
Returning Valyok noticed a strange type squatting next to standing friends. The strange type was a completely intelligent guy of about thirty, but either there was something repulsive in the guy, or Valek was annoyed with something:
What, Fomich, are the blue ones again sticking?