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- Tell me, what is good?
- Good? but do I know?
- I thought you knew everything. at least in name
beer you guess without any problems. turn away. - He turned to
Reliability eyes shut. I threw him into an empty cup a little
beer.
- Possible?
- Come on.
- Badvayzer. Listen, why do you suddenly asked me about good?
Surely the religion of hit? hehe, the sect did not entice me?
CVC bayus, huh? hahaha!
- And yet. what is good?
- Good? but do I know? splash some more beer, my son!
- Eh. turn away. - He turned away and I filled him full circle.
I myself am still tsedil her, for him as it was the third
mug.
- Guinness. how much you remember you never thought of the good.
hmm, good. hehe, you know, as much as I can remember, too,
never about This did not think! hahaha!
- "Haha". can still splash? - My mood was not so
funny as him. I was immersed in thought. I was full of
determined to give him, in hopes dopytatsya Yet, what is
good. I think he knew.
He was 60 and he has worked everywhere. after graduation
for a time worked at the department of philosophy, until it
became dean. According to him, he did not like the Chiefs, and
Chief of himself disliked even more. Then he worked as
longshoreman. then the meat cutters in the shop. Then, fate
once again threw it the university - this time for the post of
chief accountant. He tried many profession - there was even a
nanny. nursed me, I'm much younger than him. but it was a long
time and I do not want about this recall. Finally, he worked as
a taster, rather long time. after which he retired. We freely
communicate with them on "you." in this hick town, except for
him, I are practically no friends. theoretically - to whom
pour, all my friends.
- Well, splash, if treat.
- Turn away. can vodka?
- No-ee. You know, I do not love this infection. and you do not
advise. what luck, son, you do not know on your own
experience what a stomach ulcer, constipation and hemorrhoids.
I do not advise, in general. and smoking also did not advise
it. Health Ministry warns oh! - With these words he took from
his pocket a pack of White Sea and lit it. - You turn away,
turn away. - Bayern Munich. - He took a sip. - You drink, my
son, why do not you drink something? - Yes I drink, thank you.
- It seems the time approached. - Ah, here you are still young
and I ... - And yet, what is good?
- What are you up to, well yes good! What else good?
- Well, good. now good.
- Yes, I know you are from, son? out, go on the street ask the
kogonibud.
I went out into the street. It was dark. on the highway to and
fro fro an endless stream of cars. passed by people with blank
faces. y Everyone had their own concerns, their problems.
seemed at least you naked jump in front of them - do not react.
"So where does this take good? "- I thought. But have decided
to check out.
I went into the alley and heard screams alert. two
healthy boys tried to drag the girl into the car. me
head something hit. "Beer-a sort of I'm a little drunk," -
I thought. but his legs have carried toward the car. on earth
lay a thick iron rod. I instinctively picked it clean.
approached the car. Those two are already arranged in the back
seat. I opened the door - it was not locked - and with all his
might hit iron rod on the head with one of them who tried to
pull off the girl skirt. he immediately passed out and fell out
of the car. the second, which was holding the victim, got out
and tried to figure out took out a knife. girl broke free from
its clutches, jumped out of the car and ran away. but I have
not listened to my hands. and head. I dropped the iron stick.
- Tell me what is good?
- I'll tell you, kid!
I got stabbed in the stomach and fell. everything swam before
his eyes. somewhere far away, I heard some screams and voices.
then sirens. not I know how much time passed before I awoke. I
rode in ambulance. sitting next to me, "taster" in its
his hand tightly clutched the iron stick. She was in the blood.
with two parties.
- So what is good? - I asked him. He squeezed my hand,
in his. In his eyes, read: "Hold on son." on his cheek
Tears flowed. He leaned toward my ear and whispered:
- Yes from me ...
