Requiem for Autumn. I stand at a tram stop. According to the law of cold - the tram is not necessary for 25 minutes. There was already an impressive crowd waiting for the desirable "five". I am bored to see cars passing by. Here, a beautiful thing rolls on it: a yellow-dirty tractor with two plumage tractors in the cabin, clearly tuned by a magneto, judging by the sounds of the bottle, and proudly crowned on top with the Russian flag-tricolor.
What a grandfather of intelligent appearance, bowing in the coat says: "And indeed this tractor really does not badly symbolize Russia - powerful, but dirty, procured with the sludge carried from everywhere. "The frightened people smiled, deciding to add moods and I continue the topic: "Aga. And driven by two half drunk fools!"
The smiles disappeared. People turned away. It became quiet. is terrible.