He walked on the Red Square. His mood was wonderful:

He walked on the Red Square, carrying a long-awaited bag in his pocket.

Russian passport, as well as the stamp "on registration" in this passport could

It will cause a slight stumbling on any Moscovite. He walked looking,

any defective police officer wishing to check his registration,

Let someone else smile at this joke.

He loved to joke. Not that fate had him to joke, rather she

I joked about him in black. In his youth, he graduated from Perm construction

Technician, he left for distribution to Uzbekistan. At the time in Perm,

There was only one Soviet power in Uzbekistan.

Warm and more apples. He worked there until fifty years of service.

He climbed the stairs to the chief engineer of the construction trust. and married,

The apartment received when the daughter was born, the house was built, the garden was built.

has grown up. Only here the Soviet power together with the Soviet Union ended.

and unexpectedly. It is not needed in Uzbekistan. No need, so far.

The degree he promised to kill if he did not leave. They left, leaving everything.

The Prisoner. There was nowhere to go: no friends, no friends.

There were no relatives in Russia. For a year and a half, they were refugees. Perm, Penza and V

Eventually, the work in Ufa turned. Not the engineer, of course.

diversity of work. Well, and that’s nothing: first, he’s in six months of

The head of the housing department, and, secondly, the housing department.

first directly on the object, then the dormitory type, then the house

own in the village of Moscow built: construction materials the company helped,

I built it myself, of course. So he lived and joked, naturally, all the time.

This is the nature – you don’t break anything.

My grandchildren lived with him. To raise the mood of his wife,

My first-class grandson told me how he served in his years.

Civil war on a secret submarine. How I walked and

submarine on the underground rivers of the Urals, helping Chapaev to grumble

Kolchaka and Kornilov, also told me. They laughed. He did not think that

My grandson will tell me this at school. The teacher. She will come home to them.

The truth about the Civil War.

That is nothing more. In the winter, he decided to catch a family of fresh fish, sat on his own.

UAZ and went to the White River with its streams and old women fishermen to look for.

I bought two different fish. When I came back, the wheel.

broke, accurately opposite the swamp of one, large but small,

forty centimeters of water - it freezes completely in winter. The cage opened,

The reserve is changing. Here the other fishermen found him, they, the homeless,

I was looking for a place where it was better. Stopped by, fish in the body

They saw it and asked where it was, he said. He showed me that swallow.

Fishermen on the ice forty meters away from the road, disintegrated, and drilled.

have begun. He changed the wheel even faster.

“You hear, man,” the fishermen said to him, “have you caught here? Then we

They have reached the ground, and there is no water yet.

“No, not here, you’re a hundred meters away,” he replied.

Then suddenly catch up.

His last words were not very loud. Broken wheel

He just got into the body and left. I don’t know how the fishermen were, but they all laughed.

When he told me.

And also, two neighbors, a fervent hunter, guarded him for five nights.

The guns. He told them that there were eighteen rabbits for a single loop.

At the end of the day, "take" The rabbits were interesting. They

They did not know that he had these rabbits from other hunters "employed", for a day.

All to boast. The neighbors were offended, but they laughed.

Then he put out two liters of white for reconciliation.

Well, here is the police appeared, on the Red Square without registration for a long time

You will not walk: "Submit, - they say, - Your registration, citizen". He is

The passport gave him a look – he was very interested in how they were.

They will react. Neighbors in the train laughed a lot.

The passport showed. There, in the passport, it is written: "Registered by

The address...". And the stamp stands: "Moscow council". Tagged with: "Moscow"

It was called.

The village is now called so. He is home only now.

No is. He sold him. Sold, six years after traveling to Moscow. for

A year ago, the tumor was found. The kidney cut. It didn’t just help.

When the doctors told him he had a month to live, he sold the house.

I bought my daughter’s apartment in Penza. In his character he lived there not a month -

another year. I saw him a month before I died. He was joking, not himself.

I laughed, it hurt to laugh.

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