I immediately warn you: history is not for lovers to laugh. Just a drawing out of life.
St. Petersburg classics – night, street, lighthouse... From Kolomna I return to Kupčino, by phone I order a taxi. The car comes in.
On the Prospect of Fame?
Yes, it is there.
Sit down and we go.
The driver was talking, I didn’t mind. We talked about the weather, about the roads, and then I mentioned the fleet of the fish industry. The driver was also a fisherman.
Where did they work? He asked him.
Mainly the Pacific Ocean, Peruvian and Chile regions.
I worked there too.
and when?
In the eighties. Much was interesting. I remember flying home from Lima in January.
Is it January 85? Arrived in Riga?
Yes, it was so. and what?
We were flying together in that plane.
I remember that return. From the hot January Lima, they flew in t-shirts, attached warm clothes were handed over to the luggage, hoping to change clothes in Sheremetyevo, where passengers passed from plane to airport on a pipe. When they landed in Riga late in the evening instead of Moscow, the first thing they saw was snow flying in the rays of the projectors, and border guards in bodyguards with collars raised above their heads near the stairs. An unforgettable impression for easily dressed people who worked in the tropics for six months. Then there was an uncommonly selfless customs office, a sleepeless night in an empty airport, and a morning long snow road in a bus with frozen glasses. We arrived home a day after the arrival.
While they laughed at the coincidence, they almost arrived. I tried to indicate the road without biting, but the driver interrupted me:
“I know how to walk – here my mother lives in this house, but here I went to this school.
What??? In this?? Can not be! I too!! to
We talked about school, even found common teachers, wished each other all the best, and friendly separated.
If you consider that I have not lived in St. Petersburg for a long time, and only occasionally come to visit relatives, it remains only to wonder how tight the world is.