He was then still a student, himself from a small village, studied in the city - went home for the weekend, km 100. I bought a ticket for the bus, all the passengers sat down - before the very departure a woman of 45 years of age flies in and tells me - the bus broke, I had to catch another person. Just left, again he recites - "Oh, we break, we break, I am unwise... They always break, and this is broken." I took half the brain out of the bus. We departed from the city km 20, the bus... the drum crash, breaks. What happened, I don’t understand. The driver is forging something, someone from the passengers helps, someone catches the tricks. I have no money, so I sit quietly, I wait, maybe they will be repaired quickly. The aunt picked up the rope and left. Fifteen minutes later the bus stopped and we left. Somewhere else in 25-30 minutes we pass by this sidewalk on the side, the driver with the head in the cap, the aunt votes... Although she had a ticket, the driver did not stop.)