ANAPA, MON AMOUR…

PLOTS

Anapa is a holiday. Dot. It is pointless to explain further what I meant, because there are no such words adequate to Anapa in July - August of a leap and unpleasant year. The details and feelings remain. The province rests here. How...

Anapa is a holiday. Dot. It is pointless to explain further what I meant, because there are no such words adequate to Anapa in July - August of a leap and unpleasant year. The details and feelings remain. The province rests here. The less money, the more desperate the holiday. Anapa understands this and knows how to make everyone beautiful for any money.

Marina Leonidovna has an extension. This is a birdhouse made of fresh brick, leaving a ridiculous design upwards. In Anapa, everyone is building up their personal tenement houses. The plots are small, so the number of storeys greatly increases the efficiency of the bed. Marina Leonidovna's bed costs 150 rė per day. Attached to it is a small kitchen in the yard, a shower with a hose, a toilet with a toilet bowl and the screams of a young landlady's son. Cheaper and with a shower, and by the sea you will not find in Anapa.

Opposite across the street, Sergey Petrovich rents rooms with private facilities. Double room in July — 800 r per day. The room has amenities framed by Italian tiles. And the kitchen, not like Marina's across the street: a stove and a table with worn oilcloth, but a complete set with a refrigerator and a microwave oven to boot. Travel agencies and intermediaries encroached on the pensioner's new building. They offered to resell his numbers with a markup of 70 percent. Sergei Petrovich cursed unscrupulous dealers and started his own page on the Internet. Works directly with clients for the second year. So another half of Anapa is fighting for honest business - look at the Internet.

And on the embankment there is a place for overnight stay - "Park-Hotel". There is a double room - 2994 re per day. Vacationers for the most part do not understand this figure and go to rest past in oilcloth cafes on the embankment, where prices are adequate to solvency - it's a pleasure to see. A glass of Crimean Madeira from a barrel for bottling - 10 re (see the first line of the text. - N.Ch.).

Anapa is a resort city, if anyone has forgotten. In the ad pasted on the fence, the text: "Rental of bicycles and dirt in bags." Of the available means of improvement, a visiting "savage" has access to a beautiful place called "pump room". Quite healthy vacationers sit there and, with a concentrated look, drink healing nasty water, overcoming themselves. At the entrance - two aunts in white coats. The duties of the aunts give a comprehensive picture of the extent of unemployment in the glorious resort city. One gives out a plastic cup, the other takes a ruble. It's hard for aunts. Vacationers like me ask unnecessary questions.

“Can you pour some from that tap over there?”

- No.

- Why?

- Do you have an ulcer?

- Probably not.

Why are you asking?

The aunt says the last phrase with such intonation that she becomes ashamed of her curiosity and the gastrointestinal tract.

In general, there are 170 sanatoriums and resorts in Anapa. The demand for the heritage of the Soviet past is such that you need to book your legal 24 days of summer treatment with treatment in January. Prices for "all inclusive" in winter - about 300 dollars, in summer - 700. In the price list of the balneo-physiotherapy association, treatment procedures for one day will cost 250 rubles. And in what kind of Turkey will they offer you anything for this money? There are no such Turkeys. Therefore, Anapa will live and win, despite the awesome appearance of mastodons - boarding houses with a birth trauma of the Brezhnev date of birth.

But the treatment of ailing joints and other parts of the body is not the main function of the city of Anapa. There are more important ones - do not believe the reconstructed spa guests.

Short-term happiness - what is it? This is beauty and wonder. Shake and do not mix. Doses are the maximum allowable. Anapa has it all.

In Moscow, beauty is not understood - firstly, they have not decided on the color, and secondly, they are too picky about forms. Fools.

The “face control” of the Moscow summer is a retracted flat stomach and a tan from a sterilized solarium. canned standard.

In Anapa, everything is more definite - on the verge of a foul.

The chest and legs are the two starting points. Definitely framed in white and pink. Very beautiful. It is terribly disappointing that I learned about this at the end of my own, to put it mildly, youth. A fatal mistake in the criteria leads to the fact that you feel in the evening city as if you were brought to a matinee without a carnival costume and everything is around a “snowflake”, and your mother thinks only about production indicators.

The men are not visible. Anapa at night is the city of the Amazons from Cheboksary and Tambov, with sweet anxiety calling in their eyes.

A woman with traces in the biography of a perm and a husband who drinks in Karaganda, swinging at a table in a cafe, sings: “Call me your girl ...” - and walks around with a second bottle of champagne alone ... Isn’t this happiness ?!

And to the right and forward on the embankment, three Negroes disguised as natives - seasonal workers of the holiday of life - lift the mother of the family with a count of “and-and-times” on their shoulders. And she looks into the lens with proud mockery, while a fussy photographer takes pictures of her. When and where, tell me, she will still have such an expression on her face, looking at which her aged children, after forty years taking out a photograph, will think with surprise: “And my mother was young and beautiful ... young and beautiful ...”.

The most accessible miracle of Anapa costs 250 re. It used to be that no one had any doubts that for two weeks of July you, as usual, are a mermaid, it was required, at the command of the photographer, to put the girlish oval of the face into a splintery hole cut out in the head of a cardboard blockhead. Now everything is more elegant. The girl at the stand with photos of the most outspoken beauties of Playboy of the standard of the late 80s will condescendingly wait until you poke your finger in embarrassment: “This one”, and click on the “number” for you. The next day you will be happy in the image of yours, as it turns out, unearthly beauty of the face, combined with the body of Jennifer, say, Lopez.

A hefty uncle stands near the aforementioned stand, pushes a companion of a similar build to the side and whines in a whisper: “Nagy, give this one. Come on, this one." Nadya looks at her husband's erotic fantasy at point-blank range, then abruptly turns her body around 180 and clarifies, but it would be better, by God, she would have killed right away: “Are you going to hang it on the wall and watch it ?!”.

For another 50 rubles in Anapa, anyone can sing a song. A gloomy type, the owner of a karaoke, holds out a microphone to a girl with a long nose, and she leads the whole embankment: "... High ... Quiet flight ... It's easy-oh-oh-oh ... to the sky for a star-oh ..." The girl sings the wrong notes, but no one is laughing, and the small crowd around is listening quietly. Everyone understands why she sings.

And in Anapa there is the sea and the sun. But this is too much...