xxx: Once the bottle of beer did not bring to the house, opened on the road, under the law of wickedness, I was stopped by ppsniki, taken to the department, issued a drink and why the fingers rolled off, fills one card and in the column "body" writes "sporty", I was so pleasant, the best compliment! : 3
Joy in the little things. and praise)
It was three years ago. Samara, the time is around 23:00, transportation is no longer going anywhere in principle. I call Yandex.taxi (then there was no Go) to the South City. The tariff is economical. The rugged Nexia comes "on an honest word and on one wing" with the numbers of 16 regions. Okay, I sit down, we touch, here the driver looks at the navigator and says:
What, do we go through the menta?
- Well yes, there near the "Ambar" [trade center] GIBDD post
We’re not going anywhere, go out.
On the question “A, what?”
In the mining lava brigade worked a Georgian. While his countrymen traded fruit on the market, he used it in the mine. And not so much because of the money he became a miner, but because of the opportunity to buy a new car. In those distant years, the car could not be bought freely, especially just from the conveyor. At the enterprise it was necessary to "stay in line" (as we were told), not to have flights into a drunkard and into a monkey in a hooligan, not to work, after the sleeves. In general, the car could be counted on advanced manufacturers with solid experience in the brigade. Georgia was one of them.
A part of the salary the son of the Caucasian mountains sent to relatives to Georgia, some part was deposited in a cubic and "living" too. Meanwhile, the car was moving forward. And it happened that the new batch of cars came quite quickly, and the Georgian was among the lucky ones. He is a five-minute driver.
You have to pay the entire amount at once, and it is not small at all. He calculated his cube, but the amount is insufficient. Comrades at work helped as much as they could, but it still lacks a lot. It is now possible to call relatives and friends on the mobile phone and in a couple of minutes you will be credited with an amount on the card. Previously, there were no such "flavors" - neither a mobile phone nor a plastic card. The transfer of money took on modern standards for quite a long time. In this case, it was not the way out.
Georgians addressed one of them:
Listen, you are in the car. Let’s go to the city market.
The Comrade agreed:
We went, we went.
We went to the covered market. Salad, meat, honey is not all that. The Georgian directed to the trade rows with fruits to his countrymen. I negotiated something with one merchant, went to the second, the third, went through the whole row. Comrade observes from the side, yet does not understand what they are talking in Georgian.
Men of the Caucasus admirably touch their tongues, gesture their hands, joyfully express emotions among themselves. One after the other, they took money from the Georgian miner. He recountes them, hides them in his pocket, writes something in a notebook. It was only half an hour before the required amount of money was collected.
They go back. Georgians are interested in:
Are they relatives or friends?
The Georgian answered:
and no. I know none.
Comrade surprisingly barely dropped the wheel from his hand:
How did they give you money if you didn’t know them?
The Georgians were surprised:
How is it? Asked and gave. I told them where I work, their home addresses, and how much they owe. From receipt, I will send money transfers to addresses.
On the same day, the money for the new car was paid in full, and soon in the brigade another car enthusiast became more. The Georgian continued to work in the mine and gradually paid back the debts to his countrymen. When the last ruble of debt was closed, the Georgian on his car left for Georgia.
In terms of the level of cynicism of all surpassed our neighbor Fima, who at 2 o'clock in the night behind the wall thrown in karaoke the song of Zemfira "Would you, I kill the neighbors, which interfere with sleep?"