Meeted now in Domodedovo his acquaintance, they and his wife from Ruasi arrived. She is somewhere there in the line to register home, and he sits mindful and fingers on his legs with some white insulating.
“Well, what about you,” I said, “Sanya, Paris, were you there for the first time?
- And in the last, - sneaky sneezed Sanya and literally in five minutes on a pure clown tells me all his difficult impressions, I broadcast:
- In short, we settled with my wife on the right bank, in a five-star house near the Opera, and as a five-star house, the house is old, the stairs are narrow, the elevators are tiny, intimate tight, the staff don't care about you, don't like - the air conditioner, normal pillows have never been asked, after the Thai-Turkish five, the contrast is extremely dramatic.
Portier in the first evening recommended the Michelin restaurant nearby, gave for dinner with wine more than two hundred euros, and what they ate by way and did not understand although the waiters behind the back in the wall built up and chorded something. As a result, they did not eat enough, bought some bread with grass at the corner, melted, went to sleep.
I woke up in the morning and went for a walk. On the sidewalks, rubbish, dogs everywhere, the Arabs in every cafe with clouds, the French butchers past them steal by the wall. And French women, honestly, were like that.
To Montmartre came - in general, Cherkizón, a thief around, a piece of ruin, kebabs, sex shops, and hairdressers these African shepherds!
The subway went down, everything was polluted, refugees with families of twenty rill and Mickey Mouse running outdoors. We got to Eiffelovka - metal, the line under the floor stood from a kilometer, got up, the elevator like a cattle car, and the city itself is somewhat gray, the houses are generally the same, and the rain in the board is small, disgusting as an aerosol.
In the Elysée generally do blackheads, prices are horse, Asians are altars, bombers with dogs, and some fools protesting at almost every lighthouse. Decorated, of course, everything for Christmas, but in Moscow and cooler will be.
Moulin Rouge did not come in any way, although the most expensive tickets were bought for the first tables. The girls are dancing, the rows of all are essengeshne, the shoes are stacked, the costumes are drawn, the threads are torched.
A couple of days in the shops were killed, some channels were recruited, the hell knows, in my opinion, and the houses of such already full, one that my drum about some new collections.
I took the excursions, too. I liked Peterhof more than Versailles in the summer. A bunch of these ancient castles have traveled around, they have gone around everything, their legs are sturdy, and in their heads only full of nonsense from their people!
He threw the remains of the isolant into the urn and breathed.
But, you know... a couple of times a old man came to us in the group. Like a newbie. He is the chairman of the Russian-French Friendship Society. Speaking such, sociable, and with the French la-la-la and told us everything about himself.
He arrived in Paris on a little bit of a course, the road was paid to him and a month of stay in a hostel on the outskirts. There in this hostel he is given a croissant with a briket of oil and a glass of juice in the morning. For lunch, he takes the wine from the baccalaea for 0.8 euros, which the meat when roasted is watered and this long baget. Half a bottle with half a baget he plants for lunch and the rest for dinner. Even on the subway never went, but the whole of Paris has already stumbled on foot, everything run around - squares, museums, monuments, churches, cemeteries...
And the most interesting thing - happy as an elephant on a water drink! It shines out of happiness, even if you write it out. Money is less than d’Artagnan’s, and he’s a puppy!
Sanya stretched out her socks and shrugged her head discouraged:
- And here for three hundred euros a day you roll and exhaust nothing good, with the wife in this Lafayette whispered a joke, not rest, but torture, in restaurants to eat essentially nothing, meat with blood tired of chewing, one shaurma and took at the end, I go, out, barely, I saw what these frogs instead of a patch in the pharmacy moved me?
He hardly put on his shoes and shrugged his head again:
- And this old whisper is still worn like a Doberman around the city! I am happy... It is unfortunate!
The wife called and Sanya, saying goodbye, stumbled to the stand. Then he turned and repeated:
It’s just offensive, you know?

by robertyumen