Tramway

I was awakened by the phone:

It is great, rough! Did not know?
Not yet, but probably must.
- This is Bobik, Bobko, you and I were in the same class. Do you remember? I was in Moscow, George gave me your phone.
Hi Bob...

I haven’t seen Bobby since I graduated, it’s been thirty-one years. Particularly uncomfortable was the fact that I had long forgotten his name, although apparently he did not remember mine.)

Honey, how are you with time? I’m free all day before the plane.

After two hours we were already sitting in a small cafe and ordering a chocolate ice cream.
Unfortunately, the bald fattened Bobik, I knew much earlier than he did me, it turns out, years and worked well with me. Who could think?
Bob was a powerful German-Italo-French businessman, and also a Dutch subjects. Married, three children.
On the children's topic he took it:

Well how? How to raise them? You give him, you give him, you pull all the veins out of you, and he suddenly declares, "Daddy, my "Audi" is five years old, all my friends are looking closely. How much more will I ride on it?”
Do you imagine? The boy is twenty years old and he turns his nose from a five-year-old Audi? Stupid, well why not? Why did my mother, with three classes of education, and even without a husband, manage to educate me, and I didn’t?
Although we lived in such poverty that it is terrible to remember. I remember during the summer, all the holidays I went to work with my mother, helping her carry the boxes there. And not just on the tram, but strictly in different wagons. Do you remember the Czechoslovaks? And if the old one approached with a harmonium, then my mother and I didn't even sit in it, waiting for it to come with separate cars.
They climbed and stood: Mom was at the end of the first car, and I was at the beginning of the rear car. So they looked at each other through the glass, not separating as spies.
And to go, among other things, far: from the Yanovsk Cemetery and up to Lychakovsky. From Shevchenko to the Walk. Do you know why they did so?
Why is?
Money saved, that’s why. Two times three cents and the same amount back. And when, for example, the controllers flew to my mom in the car, she showed me a compost sign with her hand. I quickly knocked two pounds and ran over at the stop to her, and she, at that time, pretended to be digging in her bag and looking for tickets.
If the day was a good day, without controllers, then my mom always gave me those 12 saved copies and I was happy, not that this, "Audi" he is five years old... And even there is no talk to go to my grandmother to the hospital.
Fuck them with them.
“Bob, and I remember your mother, a prominent woman. She had such red boots.
Exactly so were! I’ll send you a greeting and say you remember her red boots. Mom would be pleased.
How is she alive and healthy?
He is alive, but not in good health. One day there was an attack, they were taken to the hospital. She has lived next to me for a long time. I bought her an apartment in Amsterdam, but she doesn’t want to sell Lviv. The village. Well, yes, because she is so calm. Hopefully one day he will see the lion again.
What did I remember from my childhood? Now I came to the hospital, my mother was still in resuscitation, I was not allowed to go there, but I was taken through the glass to look at her. She lies under the dropper, very close, unfortunate such. She felt, opened her eyes, turned her head, saw me, smiled, and suddenly raised her hand and once, as a "composer show", as in childhood in the tram.
I stuck in the whole corridor, and the tears of myself...
The doctors look at me like a fool, and I grieve and cry.
Fuck, here and now.