Four years ago was the case.
Purchased in the Voentorge on Bluehrer taburet.
He arrived by tram to Uralsk and moved on the bus 28.
Icarus with Harmony. All places are occupied, but no one stands.
He put the tabouret next to the bow of the front left wheel and sat on it.
At the next stop, the grandmother enters, quickly "shakes" around the cabin and realizes that there are no places. Then scan the space in front.
In the sense of “who would get rid of it.”
He finds me.
(In Russia, in front of the bass, there is a legitimate "baby" reservation, and then a young barrel "blowed up" into it).

Give up, he says, my place!

(I am sure you won’t refuse)

I ask: Do you really need to get here? It will not be easier...

Stand up up! You are! have talked!

And, looking for support, I turned my eyes to my grandmother, who was sitting on my left.

He breathed hard, stood up, moved the board back four rows and sat on it again, continuing to see the action, but being already “out of reach”.

The one who insisted on concessions, stumbled. I did not expect such magic.
It felt like I was supposed to have a chair underneath this young naked.
The second.
... two.
At the third there was an understanding, and then Anger struck the brain.

And here it came out of her. by Popperlo. by increasing. Like a stream that breaks out after installing a good two-litre enema.

And, what is interesting, she began to support (without standing up at the same time) the grandmother on the left.
It was she who determined the diagnosis - "PSYH", saying, thus, the last word in this article.

But it was not there.

I endured the theatrical pause and, in general silence, explained to the hall that it was her chair that was twisted to the floor, not me.
Furthermore, there was a whispering of passengers and their confused eyes on each other.