The Infernal Room
This story happened in the midst of the crisis of the 98s. Terrible times, who was everything, often became nothing. My friend Maxim, who was also everything at first, immediately became nothing, but today he again became everything and even half of everything.
And in those days his business almost collapsed, Max had to sell all his property - it was necessary to ruthlessly break up with numerous silks to settle with at least some debts. Even a Moscow apartment and a house in Barchive were auctioned.
The saddest thing is that our bankruptcy was hopelessly in love with an American and planned to get married, but what a marriage if you need to sell everything to get enough for the debts for the most impatient bandits...
Maxim did not bother his beloved bride with financial problems, afraid to scare her up.
Why should an American woman marry a Russian hungry man? The day has passed, and tomorrow will be.
And here came a new default of family significance – the bride announced that her parents with her aunt and cousins, tomorrow fly to Moscow to meet the future son-in-law and in a narrow family circle to mark their engagement.
But most importantly, the American ancestors - aristocrats and simultaneously owners of a large production company, wished that a good violin quartet must be played at the celebration, because this is such an exciting moment - the engagement of the only beloved daughter.
Max was terrified. Not only that his favorite is not an orphan and you need, in addition to overseas parents, to feed a whole oak of broken aunt and cousin, here and so cheap poylo has to be poured into expensive bottles and on you, a blow to the breath - a violin quartet and also a good...
The judgment day came and on the lawn of the almost sold house, a family celebration began.
A couple of tables, light snacks, candles, a rushing waitress (he is the brother of the bridegroom...). But what is it? On the edge of the lawn is a white tent without windows and doors, and from the tent the gentle and exciting sounds of Vivaldi, Mozart and Haydn.
American father, stunned by the skill of performance, wished to personally thank the musicians, but the future son-in-law stopped him:
You see, these are not ordinary musicians, I’m specifically for today’s music.
The party took them out of London. They are not bound by a contract.
were entitled to speak here, but I made them an offer from which
It was unrealistic to refuse even stars of such magnitude, because the engagement of the
It happens to me only once in my life. Sorry, but I promised you.
No one will see them, because at the end of the day, the most important thing is theirs.
Unhuman music
Good boy, you know how to solve problems.
Thro the evening, the quartet with interest exceeded any orders of American violin music lovers. Everyone was delighted.
The night came, the candles were extinguished, the family celebration was over.
The Americans once again, finally standing in front of the white tent, applauded the invisible virtuosos, after which the happy and softened went to their hotel.
As soon as the Yanks arrived, the fierce and hungry messengers of hell began to come out of the white tent.
All in black skin, in the nose of the ring, on the faces of the tattoo, in the ears huge holes into which a tennis ball can easily slip. The only human thing they had was two lost violins, a violoncel and alt. At first, they stumbled each other to the toilet, and then sucked to the specially prepared canister of beer for them.
These were old acquaintances of Max, an active basement punk group. So I had to borrow breathing tools for them, and make the unhappy punks remember their conservative past. Well, don’t show these insane spells to advanced Americans.
Max promised that when he became rich, he would add a new bass guitar to the band.
He became an American and became rich. I did not cheat, gave such an expensive guitar, selling which, you can all the hell whip another whole year...