How small is the line between happiness and misfortune.
I sit on the triple seats in the subway final, the evening of the people are few, opposite the men, obviously after the working week, pressing in the wall, carefully wrapping a cognac, drinking lipton and with great satisfaction on the face, throwing a piece of dark chocolate in the mouth, unfolding the gazata "football". Attracted by such a pleasant moment, not noticeably for himself gets papyrus and smokes, well here mint, sitting not far away, notices this "little paradise" and hurries to break it... such a look of emptiness and disappointment as this man I saw only in the cinema...