Do not forget the body.

“How good it is to be an intelligent...”
by N. Bogoslovsky

One day in the subway I stopped and asked the road a large family with a bunch of bags. I showed where and where to go and to which station to go.
They thanked and went.
But a moment later I realized I was wrong and sent them in the opposite direction. It was too late, the family had already left.
Since then, ten years have passed, no less, these people, probably, have long forgotten that dumb moscovite who showed them the wrong way, and I do, I still remember, for some reason, still uncomfortable before them. But you could jump into the next train, go after them, somehow catch up, find, apologize...
I don’t know, maybe that’s not quite normal.
But yesterday I met approximately the same person as myself, probably even a snack.

I walked through Stromynka in search of the street I needed and was a little lost. I decided to ask the passers.
I see a man of fifty years, the usual one: a strict suit, a coat, a gray beard.
We made it together and I spoke to him:

Good morning, I am sorry. Can you tell me where the street is?

The man stopped, thought, held out a little pause, then, for some reason, surprised his forehead and... went on, without saying a word to me.
It seems like a man owes you nothing, and yet it is somehow offensive. I went so and thought, “Well, it was hard for him to say, I don’t know. He looked at me like an insect and went on. I am culturally attached to him. A strange man. very strange. Right up to stupidity strange...
After a while, I rattled a woman with a wheelchair, asked her about the road, received an exhaustive answer and added a step.
Suddenly, there were quick steps and a voice from behind:

The young man! The young man! Sorry to! I saw that you have already been shown where the street of Kronenko is! But still...

I looked around, it was that strange man with a gray beard.
He was very upset:

I specifically pursued you so that you don’t think of me, God knows what. Simply, well, I could not speak, around no urn, and I just came out with a cotton in my mouth from the tooth, even if stand, even if you fall, even if you wash. You must understand me. And in any other situation, of course, I would be happy to show you the way. Not well done. Apologize and don’t worry...

It seems like a little bit, but in the heart pleasant, such as us at least two.
I walked along Korolenko Street and thought: - And yet it is good that somewhere around there are decent people who, without thinking about it, can even trust the key to the apartment where the money lies.
And such people probably aren’t as few as they seem.