The summer. The heat. of August. Near the vegetable store is a line for apricots, peaches and other tropical fruits. The turn is big, standing after work reluctant, want to get home faster. Word for word, a small mess arises, turning into a small mess. Encouraged by an energetic wife, especially aggressive healthy ambal in a T-shirt with the inscription The University of Oxford. Finally, the line begins to leave the weakest, directed by the skillful hands of the ambal. The line comes to the dirty and stunned man of the bombish look. Ambal shades his quads to the poor, but suddenly a cross or a pocket flies out of the man. Ambal from Oxford flies somewhere behind the boxes. A man who became a hero for a moment, almost with tears in his eyes, says to others:
And the hands remember: I had great hopes in boxing when I was young.