"Thanks once again. Good luck very much is required today to me..." - he has tenderly pointed a finger the Bean at iron
edges and pokrjahtyvaja has got for a wheel. A door it is hardly audible has given smacking kiss, slamming.
In salon it was warm, silent and there was a fresh healthy smell - as the prospectus affirmed: a cedar smell. Very much can
be. The car was - an ekstra-class, unika - fantastic creation of the fantastic firm "Adiabatic curve" which have arisen from a
non-existence of heels of years back and at once become well-known, - he was crazy about this car, could not get used to it
in any way and with some even shame childly rejoiced to each case to sit at the wheel.
The engine was already well heated-up and worked, but to learn about it it was possible only on devices - any sounds, the
slightest vibration, only a scattering of benevolent resolving sparks on the panel. At this car the engine could be heard only
in-time a forcing when the car turned to a rocket. But then and the sound at it became as at a rocket.
It has included headlights and ostorozhnenko, gently, with the concealed pleasure, took from a place - directly on silently
making a din crowd which has been lighted up by white and yellow light. The crowd moved reluctantly and hardly as water
as greedy bog - without starting up, without wishing to release and nevertheless moving, opening road, giving vent - and
here already there is nobody ahead, the empty area, wet asphalt in white-yellow light, and only here it became visible, what
dense, what blind and hopeless there is in a city a fog.
Cities as though also were not at all. Orange fires of indiscernible lanterns, suddenly a show-window vaguely shone came up
on the right from the dairy gloom, blurring as if ridiculously bright water colour, dimly gleamed wet roofs numbers of the dark
sad motor vehicles which have hammered in a roadside... Few times with howling klekotom have jumped out,
oslepljajushche blinking yellow and dark blue, patrol cars, dangerously cut on the right-at the left and again were gone in
moving milk, as if the predatory animals who have missed on the planned victim.
At the corner of Big and the First they were stopped by patrol: the gloomy it is immense thick (because of bullet-proof vests)
figures... Phosphorescing stains on raincoats-capes... Shone staffs... Wet trunks with the reflexions, induced frankly and
unfriendly directly to you in a forehead... Have checked up documents, have illuminated the person, otkozyrjali... Is intense-
gloomy eyes for an instant have lost ferocity: "Happy journey, the Owner..." And - again empty streets, quays, a black failure
on the right, where Neva.
He has recollected a joke which some years went on Peter.
The patrol stops the car, the senior checks documents and releases, otkozyrjav. The second number asks: "It who was, on
the MERCEDES?" "I do not know, - answers starshoj in stupefaction. - I do not know, who there on the MERCEDES was,
but vodiloj at it - the Owner?" Actually the joke was ancient, still stagnant times, and can be even - Stalin: the heads always
loved, especially in poddatom a kind, to sit at the wheel an official car. But, all the same, it was pleasant to it that about it if
did not compose still new jokes, that, at least, adapted for it old... Something I lately quite often appear in a joke situation, he
has thought suddenly. As if on purpose. Here and Vanechka has asked, right after weddings: "I do not understand, really,
the Boss. After all to it now sixteen... To you will be eighty, and to it - twenty six. Also what you will do?" He has immediately
recollected a corresponding joke and has answered almost with pleasure:" And as easy as shelling pears: I will divorce and
again I marry the sixteen-year... "Then he still fluctuated: instead of whether he has created nonsenses with this marriage,
and all of them it very well felt these fluctuations and dared to joke, and he all laughed the matter off.
Then, however, - and it is fast enough, - has bothered, and jokes have stood. To joke on this theme it became indecent,
decent has become - to show the underlined respect and to surround with delicate attention... And he did not fluctuate any
more more - he knew that has arrived strange, but is correct. It had a sensation of the protected back. It has ceased to be
- Someone conducts us, - has submitted a silent delicate voice from back sitting of Vanechka. - Really, Stas Zinovich.