hood of the car cut through the autumn air once squalid village.Among pimped houses and barns adjoined, occasionally we could see the body of local Aborigines.Morning cold wind has admitted in November in the car, instead of cigarette smoke, is available in the window.Strange frightening seems remote places after Russian cities - "millionaire".And not just his repels dirt and dull, and the faces of the people inhabiting the hinterland.In the open air, not crap burning factories and vapors of gasoline, the smell of wood, grass, land and fume.Yes, it fumes.Passing through the street of the village of N in search of a coffee shop or a place where you can drink a cup of coffee, you feel parsley on Sunday Fair.In the views of local residents read: "Stranger, stranger, stranger!".Among the countless eateries with plastic chairs and tables zasrat, comes one more - at least a decent restaurant.Cafe "Starry Night."And here the stars - is not clear.Night - even more so.The sign is clearly stated: "The cafe is open until 19.00."Anyway.Upon entering the cafe, once you feel uncomfortable - I had to pull a waitress from another seller skanvordov.Among the huge selection of vintage ports of all colors, capacities and marks barely visible price tag with a timid inscription: "Coffee 3 in 1 10 rubles.".Saleswoman with greasy sweat-cheeked, red eyes and a persistent aroma of cheap perfume, received the order, habitual movement mechanically grabbed a bottle of port.But to fix everything - still brought coffee.
-Proezdom with us?- Smoky voice waitress sounded crazy on the background of another "smash hit" of modern pop music wafting from the speakers of the radio.
receiving an affirmative nod, she silently walked away.A few minutes later came the heartbreaking phone call.There was a feeling that at the other end someone has an emergency.Imperturbable clerk, lifting the handset, without interrupting skanvordov, breathed into the phone: "Alla !?".Obviously, it was her bored girlfriend from a neighboring eatery, for a story told by her unseen interlocutor on the phone impresses with its details.After a long discussion, the next series of the show interspersed with talk shows, the conversation came down to the broken hearts and unrequited love.Someone B. was terribly eager to port.Using it in liters, he eventually dopilsya to handle his fists and began to be applied to the shiny cheeks of our heroine.Apparently, this caused her red, zarёvannye eyes.The last drop of patience saleswoman has lasted for half a year, and she is about to leave him.
lighting a cigarette at the exit of the cafe "Starry Night" to kill disgusting aftertaste of coffee, I was faced with a handful of local residents, but rather a part of the men, heading for a nearby diner.Obviously over port, according to guffaw loudly.To the evening, after returning home, his wife scandal negligent for cold supper.To stay a week without work.To die at forty ...
barely audible hum of the engine, brought me a sense of prostration and thinking about what they saw.Another five minutes and I'll go away, cutting the cold November air ...
