Poor students
The 90th year. and Leningrad.
My friend Dima and I decided after the first session to fly to me in Lviv for guests, well, and so, get stuck.
Early in the morning, we stand with our bags near the shuttle and catch the car to the airport.
Although we have every penny on the record, but a little slept, so on the subway and bus to Pulkovo we have no time.
(By the way, about every penny on the account:... in six months, my friend Dima, earned his very first million dollars, and the most interesting thing - our friendship it did not ruin... but that is a different story). We stand ten meters from each other to catch up faster.
“The car.” For all, about everything we have a half-point is more than enough, so that any luck we do not negotiate.
A “six” stops near Dima, and at the same time a yellow state taxi brakes near me.
I just opened the door, and Dima has already had time to conspire with the Zhyguli and calls me. I apologize, lock the door and sit at six.
We didn’t have time to touch, as the taxi driver overtook and pressed us to the side.
They returned, but the taxi driver did not lag behind. He pressed to the left, opened the window and started screaming at our bomb:
and E! Did you see that I stopped? What damn you are from me.
Are you stealing customers under your nose? Take them out, I’ll take them!
Our driver was also a guy not timid ten: healthy, mourning, with a golden ring:
You are shit! Clean your column, or I'll go out and you horns.
I will break! There will be more taxi drivers teaching me life. You are there in
The taxi park sets its own rules, and I will take whom I want and where I want.
by Poel!? to
Suddenly two taxis passed by, they suddenly got into the situation and quietly stood up: one in front of us, the other behind us.
The balance of forces has changed drastically.
The taxi driver showed the montage and said:
“Well, am I carrying them, or do you have an excessive headscarf in stock?”
The driver turned to us and said:
Okay, guys, get overloaded with him, from these wretches everything can be done.
Expect to...
And then Dima and I were somehow upset: why someone decided everything for us and we like two bags of organic fertilizers should now overload where we will be pointed out, or maybe we are more fun on the six...?
The smoke:
“Reload to him” is all you can offer us?
Okay, I’ll go and show him who is the master in the house.
Dima got out of the car, approached the taxi driver, and for ten seconds talked with him a couple of phrases.
After that, the taxi driver removed the assembly and left the battlefield.
Two of his colleagues, seeing that the incident was exhausted, also left for their business.

We go.
Our driver somehow ate all, spoke little, and went with us to “you”.
On the way, he studied Dima in the rear-view mirror, but he gained courage and asked:
If it’s not a secret, what did you tell him?
The smoke:
I just outlined his jealous prospect, if he would.
Continue in the same spirit...
The man breathed:
Next time you will know that it is dangerous to be a bull.
Health, I don’t know who you’re talking about.
Joined in Pulkovo, discharged bags from the trunk, I stretch the half of the box, the man pushes off my hand with money and embarrassed says:
- I see that you know how to "solve questions" and I would like to ask: you could not.
Would you “make” a man?
We have a war with him for the garage... this devil is all judged and judged with me and will not understand that the garage I will not give him anyway... You do not think, not to die, but so... to shake him up, what...
The smoke:
There is nothing easier. Even to die, even to shake... but, dear,
Why do you decide that our services will be cheaper than your garage?
Okay, it’s your thing, but you said “A”, say “B”, give us the address, name and
For alibi, leave the city tomorrow.
The man's eyes were rounded, he apologized for his ridiculous question, jumped into the car and sneered, so he didn't take the travel fee from us.
Dima and I broke up and then I, burning out of curiosity, approached him to finally find out without witnesses – how did he so quickly drive those three fierce taxi drivers with assemblies?
The smoke:
I go to the builder and say:
Yes, you’re right, these private individuals are totally outraged, you’re in the state.
Taxi drivers take bread out of their nose.
The Taxi:
Don’t tell me, where are we going?
We go to Pulkovo.
How much do you pay?
10 rubles...
What is 10 rubles? At least a half!! to
- I know, but we are poor students, you think it was just to find someone who
Would I go there myself? It was about an hour and a half before they caught it.
Would you be lucky...?