The year 1995. I am the lucky owner of a gorgeous car. I wheeled for three months about 5000 km and felt that my car started to get old... dropped out of the engine, the wheel pulled to the side, figured off, everything broke out, in a word, a tavria.
I decided to combine useful with pleasant, go to friends in Magnitogorsk, there and sell my straw... prices for the Urals were more expensive and can be sold at the price of a new one.
I go alone, the songs of the ar (the magnetophone ticked the cassette, and the radio does not catch), passed the Ural river. The deaf is wild. I don’t know how now, but then, cars were so rare, that sometimes when meeting I remembered...which one to drive around, to the left or to the right...
I decided to stop and dine, and the times were strenuous, you just don't stand on the side, it's very easy to wait for the Mahnovs.
I come off the road and drive a hundred meters to the corn field. After entering the corn and being sure that I am not visible from the road, pleased with myself, I cut fat and bread on the cap... as I suddenly see...
He passes through the road and is not in a hurry toward me... a bunch of wolves, ten.
I instantly grabbed the food from the hood, jumped into the car and shut up.
Well, I think I tried, it is time and honor to know, it is better to meet a bunch of wolves in the form of gangs than a bunch of wolves in the form of wolves.
I drive a car... fucking... I calm myself, nothing carburetor will cool and then... I wait, wolves in half a meter away from me with such eyes as people dressed (ten pages of the description of my horror I miss)...
It’s been an hour, it doesn’t start, but the battery is clearly sitting down.
How damn it is to die of thirst when there is a thermos with tea on the hood.
I begin to signal the rarely passing cars, but they are far from my corn field, and the wolves have noticeably revived, they perceive the clakson as a complaining death scream of the victim...
For five hours I spoke to my car, threatened, promised, persuaded... And it went on!!! I don't remember how I flew another two hundred kilometers, but apparently very surprised the man on the gasoline, when through a small gap in the window he gave him 100 backs and said... - not to offend, bring me gasoline and bring a drink...
...for the guy on the tavern it was very strange, but I couldn’t get out, even kill me.
The car was sold to the family who liked it more, not the one who paid more.
Since then I have had a bunch of machines, but the human language was understood only by TAVRIA.