I read here, in the best stories of past years, the stunning story of the dreadful dream of the welder Grisha from 23.12.2008. I remembered what I saw on the train.
I went on a business trip this summer. The time on the road is exactly 24 hours. C in the morning settled in a coupe, I find there two companions very nice people, with whom gradually started a simple conversation of people for a day brought together. It was a woman in the years, unfortunately her name I do not remember, and a man at the height of his strength, that is, 40-45. The man was called Vasily, about him and history. In the process of the conversation it turned out that they have been traveling for two days and also talking, they found out that very long ago they served on the same border guard with us in the Far East. And once, the deceased husband of this woman, a person of the pledge saved a young doctor, Vasily, from the inevitable breakdown of his official career in some party affairs there. For which Vasily repeatedly remembered the man with a good word and sincerely regretted this woman that his husband died so early. By the evening, Vasily went to his acquaintances in a neighboring coupe to celebrate his grandson’s birthday. Late in the evening he returned in a wonderful mood with a half-liter that we three drank. I drank according to my abilities, i.e. like all normal women in a foreign company, our companion only lost, I drank from the force of a hundred grams tomorrow late morning meeting with the customer, and Vasily condemned the rest. The rise of the man to the second regiment in the arms of sleep was carried out by three. I, a fragile woman and a powerful and rich Russian language in part matte through the teeth. Vasily at the same time behaved like a normal Russian man, an officer, resembling a sausage. E is none. The soldiers are sleeping, the service is going. At the same time, it is decent and decent not like any alchemy. I remembered the stories of my friends, how they once raised me. Believe me, we behaved differently. In a word, a real officer. Thank God, I got up. We talked a little about their life on the row, the companion told something about the life of the border guards and gradually, under the knock of the wheels, the coupe fell asleep. proved for a short time.
The terrible whisper falling from the second shelf of the body onto a table with glasses and various dishes instantly awakened us and a woman. We were awakened by a thunderstorm, but not by Vasily who was actually snoring now on the floor. The first attempts to raise it very quickly made it clear that the sausage in standing position we were able to fasten up, but now, the paste that it was from the hole between the shelves we are not sure to pull out. Our calls Vasily, Vasily, Wa-a-power stand up! It was accompanied by a sweet sleeping snoring.
And here is our companion with a happy story, A! I remembered! He issued:
Basil, get up, the general is coming.
Instantly! Man is on his feet! I am sober!! What kind of general?
Where is?“He asked me.
It should have been seen. I had a shock. And Vasily assessing the situation, calmly, himself!He entered the second regiment and went on. Only then did I laugh. Very loud for the whole car. When I calmed down, this woman hit me in the head, said, “Yes, Sergey, my husband has long been dead, I didn’t immediately remember, before, when he needed to be raised from the same state, I shouted to him, “Stop in the gun!” and he immediately got up. There was never a seat.
At the same time, “stopped in the gun,” she said quietly. Let the border guard Vasily sleep peacefully, the border on the castle. As long as we have such border guards, we can be sure of this.