Not a bad story from Suricjan, but I have something to remember.
I was 19 years old at that time. And one day, on Orthodox Easter, my brother the elder proposed to come to the center of Minsk for all night.
And the landscape behind the window is so dull, the weather, I am generally silent: slicing, squeezing from the sky, then rain, then snow, but the offer to squeeze before this beer, exceeded and we went. The brother did not cheat, they made a liter of beer and drowned to the church. They held some incredible line, put candles, each about something of their own, listened to the songs and about a couple of hours later decided to move home. Time for 2:00 p.m. Church from our area is 20 kilometers away, walking is not an option. The subway will only operate in three hours. Now I will try to focus on money. Average P/V
RB was then $ 70 (there were such times) 1 dollar weighed
1900-2000 Belarusian rubles, the same amount cost a bottle of vodka and half of this bottle of beer. My brother and I went to church again. In that cold night, taxi drivers just wavered, well, I understand the center, well, I understand 20 kilometers, but charging the price of 20 thousand is at that time unrealistic. We’ve even walked 5 kilometers and what do you think? The price has not changed! The slightly prodrug, evil (beer was not yet opened) went out to the main prospectus. Hunting the private. Without a chance, the city is asleep and there is a miracle – a trolley bus picks to us (only that night I, a valenok edaki, learned that public transport is on duty around the city). Behind the lamb sat a smiling uncle a little over forty:
Guys, where are you?
Our military town was in a significant distance from the prospectus, but the driver was not confused, he only asked:
Give me half a bottle?
Why on the floor? We will give it all.
It was a heated trolleybus. 40 minutes of heaven. 40 minutes of happiness.
Only my brother and I in the room. The most delicious beer (which I just couldn’t make at the time). FIVE times he threw his horns into different branches until he brought us to the point of the city, from which to the house was 10 minutes walk.
Need to say that for such a luxury brother gave him "two bubbles."
Thank you driver, I will remember the century!