Strange people, these people.
They stumble on their important and not very affairs, meet-disappear, get acquainted-fight... Sometimes a temporary acquaintance grows into friendship, and sometimes they turn into enemies in the same place... Sometimes such changes take years, and sometimes seconds decide a lot...
And from the simplest cases, when "they are only two", to collectives of various shapes, compositions and sizes...

The electric car dropped its fast country run and began to move solidly from station to station. A familiar situation for many, when the electric train crosses the city line and is soon final, but there are a few stops before it.
In the Tambour, waiting for a suitable station, one of these groups of completely unfamiliar people was formed:
The grandfather is rural, not tall. Despite its years, it is quite strong, such as they still say - residential. Barbed/washed, in a clean but not smooth suit. Probably since the morning I have already missed a glass, and maybe not one, the smell is. But those who drank it to name my tongue would not turn, such a good grandfather, shining of happiness, apparently thanks, and despite the early hour...
- A couple of girls, apparently PTU-shnits (sorry, maybe college girls at present). The clothes are quite challenging - and the top is not a pattern of chastity, and the bottom is short. Hairstyles and aggressive makeup match the overall image. Through the intersection of the wheels, they seem to know much more in their years than they should. sharp on the tongue, slightly chubby, procrastinated voices.
A middle-aged woman is called a “grey mouse.” I’t have paid any attention if it hadn’t been her look, even slightly silenced by the lenses of her glasses. Add a strict style of clothing and a way to stick...I would say that this is a teacher.
The body is stronger than the average. Not sleepy, hair and clothes are not the model for an effective manager. The mood is also not very - obviously something was that I had to go from nature to the dull jungle in such a morning... stood for myself, did not touch anyone, contemplated the surroundings...
There were a few others, but let me call them spectators.

Initially, the disposition was about this: the grandfather quickly got his brave mood with quotes about the moral foundations of his youth, as well as the teacher in an attempt to attract her as a world judge. The teacher did not approve of the morning smell from the grandfather, nor the shape of clothes/makeup/theme of conversations of the PTU-shnits. And the girls because of the peculiarities of age/education were against all who were not with them... I didn’t want to spoil the still relatively peaceful situation with possible sounds at elevated tones in connection with the every second deepening contradictions, so I pulled away my grandfather from talking about philosophical topics. He found a grateful listener in my face and a fragile ceasefire was restored in the tambour.

The truce, however, did not last long. It floated in the tambour. This creature was female, it is unclear by what winds it was taken into public transportation. In that, not a simple age, when attractiveness and associated preferences are already decreasing, and self-esteem still continues to grow at a stormy rate.
The first came to the grandfather: "In her house it is not customary to chew even gardeners from the morning."
Then to the PTU girls: "the age has not yet come out, and already prostitutes, which in itself is simply unthinkable in her house."
Then the teacher said, “Such a disgusting perfume in her house is forbidden to use even in the toilet.”
Then it went around, to the indifferent spectators so far...
Madam, due to high, but specific qualifications, in a few seconds of her stay in the tambour, managed to unite a diverse people, previously partially dispersed by contradictions, and partially indifferent to everything, into a collective that had a common goal. A deceitful silence.
Events were unfolding at an increasingly rapid pace. The people were still thinking about adequate countermeasures, when a full-fledged middle-aged man entered the tamper, stuck with his nose in some gadget. Judging by the thickness of the glasses, the man has a strong myopia. He did not pay much attention to the surrounding reality, and from the proximity of the gadget to the nose, he seemed to be touched. Whether he really came to her feet, or whether such a possibility was purely theoretical, remained unclear within this story.

“Well, I’m in my house, I’m beaten up in the middle of the white day!!!” - the silence went into a whisper, and the man, who had not yet entered, had already been involved in our fun tamper intercom. He had not yet realized that he was accused of something, and Madame had already triumphantly regarded me, the hairy boy, as a defender of the offended honor.
The troubled boy, inspired by his, then my gaze, apparently decided that there is no point in postponing further. He straightened his shoulders, fixed his scratched hair and said to the offender with a terrible tone: "Man, you have a problem!“”
The man, somewhat frightened, looked at him from behind his thick glasses: "What happened?" Apparently he suggested in a harsh tone that they would be beating, but for what he did not understand. The guy terribly continued: "Man, the lady openly tells you that no one is shouting at her house!!! Do you mean that doesn’t mean anything to you?“”

After a fraction of a second pause, the grandfather laughed, then flew to the offender man and took the PTU-shnits in their hands: "Well, what, she is so terrible? They want a little female happiness too. You are a good man, and so on.” The man immediately covered with steam (and how do you think when they take their hands and slightly press them to themselves two cute young creatures, although not quite corresponding to the moral appearance of the builders of communism). But he found strength in himself and lifted up one of the virgins in the air and showed the whole tambour the engagement ring on the nameless finger: "I am married!"He breathed out of himself, not even understandably with pride or regret.
However, the teacher did not let him take advantage of this ghostly chance: "Man, the woman's problem is apparently so aggravated that she is forced to turn to you, even despite the presence of people in the tambour. Is it not in your power to help a man who has been able to cross through...
Finish the phrase didn't work out - until madam came to know that it was all about her! The face took the combat color of the beetle, the roar of the wounded beluga about the upcoming punishments for our tambour broke out of the throat, and with the dexterity of a very frightened rhinoceros she jumped back into the car and began to lay a path for herself somewhere there, in the invisible for us given.
The point was placed by the grandfather, shaking the man's hand on his shoulder, the second pointing to the back that was moving away: "Look, look, and yours went, went... I was upset with the dick... Find out soon what people will think!"

Through the natural disaster that broke through the wagon, the people could not understand the reason for the cheerful laughter of our suddenly so friendly tambour.
At the beginning of the story, the boy smiled. A short-sighted man, forced and unexpectedly played for himself not the last role, finally understood everything and laughed. The spectators knocked in the palms, and strangers, the main characters of this story that unexpectedly united, looked at each other with fun and no longer curled from the light smell of alcohol from the grandfather, nor from the fairly loose shape of the clothes of the PTU-shnits, nor from the strict look of the teacher.
Even for a short time, but they were a great team.