About Bucharest

The Route. an inexhaustible source of life. You go in once and you don’t want to go out. There is life. Here is TEN. Here is yesterday.

A man is sitting. and healthy. Not a drunk, no. But slightly subdued. Well a little. Well, you know, the most pleasant degree of intoxication, euphoria, when you want to love everyone and everyone loves you. And I want everyone to be just as good, and the world forever died in this state and moved nowhere.

And this man, too. It looks straight. He helped the grandmother at the entrance, laughed to the two girls just so, for the company, picked up some garbage paper from the floor, turned it and put it in the pocket, said something pleasant to the cloudy driver, and he smiled in response. And here is a man sitting, and looking around with good, confident eyes on the subject, what would be so insignificant, but good to do, while the world is still in this radiant state and has not collapsed into the swamp of chaos.

And diagonally, through the passage from the man, a young lady sits with her back to him. very cute. He sits tightly and straight, his hands on his bag, his bag on his knees, he looks forward. The man looks at her. Because it is really nice to watch her. And at this time on the necklace of the lady’s blouse on the back floats a frog. This is a bit less than May. Somewhere he walked on her and slipped. And nothing surprising, by the way. Such a lady, I don’t think she has any desire to spit on her. The beetle was lucky. And he floats. Thinking that no one noticed.

But the man was on the run! And he stretches out his hand, hugely takes this beetle, and shakes on the floor. No, not even so. He didn’t even drop it, he dropped it down and put it down so that the beetle means nothing to hurt. And like apologizing to the bug for the inconvenience brought. And again with his hand so a couple of times, "Kish! by KYŠ!“To make it better, or in the passage, somebody will surely come on him.

And here the lady, who apparently felt some foreign touch from behind and generally moving, turns to the man. The man smiles joyfully and openly to her. The lady looked at him carefully, strictly and reluctantly, took an arrogant look and asked indignantly, "What are you allowing yourself?" He looks up waiting for an answer.

The man nodded his finger down, on the floor, on the beetle, and said loudly, apologizing.
“Dak is... The Bucharest!!

And everyone heard and began to look at the man and the lady with curiosity.
The lady, not even looking in the direction of the finger, reddened from indignation, and looking him contemptuously in the eyes, cried out, "You are a buckaracha!!! Keep your hands with you!! He turned away, thinking the incident was exhausted. He sat down again, looking tightly forward.

And the man from surprise was somehow confused and suddenly licked. The smile from a good-hearted turned into some foolish, and then completely flushed. He pulled his arms, shrugged his shoulders, leaned, lifted up the beetle from the floor, stumbled on his legs, and said, “Sorry, Bukaracha!“And gently put it back on the woman’s collar. Then he breathed heavily, once again grieved with his hands, turned to the window, and insulted.

and all.