Russian world

Russian troops entered the Crimea, which was at that time the territory of Ukraine; Crimea was declared Russian territory. And then Russian militias appeared in the east of Ukraine. The militias announced that they would fight to separate the eastern lands from Ukraine. Everyone expected that Russia would introduce troops there; fights began in the Donbass; In those days I went to Berlin.

I did not express disagreement with the foreign policy of Russia - I just left. Tickets were bought for a long time.

In Moscow, many believed that borders with Europe would soon be closed. When he was driving to the station, he was afraid that the train would be canceled. “How much can,” excited citizens said, “for twenty years the Russian borders have been kept open; Whoever wants, he rides; This is not in Russian. " Parliament adopted a law that controls the visa; Housing in other countries should have appeared within two months and report on this fact. The Cabinet of Ministers decided that members of the government refrained from trips abroad; In addition, an order came out: employees of the Ministry of the Interior have no rights to travel outside Russia, we must sit at home. Are they secrets, or what, will they blame? And do we have enemies abroad? After all, they said: Friends around? Remember, therefore, Berlin wall was broken to live among friends. Remember, they were going to build a common European house? Recently it was - we will enter, they say, to the pan -European house, and all that. The common house did not turn out, they did not work ... And immediately the hunch: is it really to be abrupt that the stinks go freely when the authorities are limited in rights? Is serfdom inside out? Do not happen to this. The borders will be closed soon, rolled back and forth-and enough.

The intelligentsia rushed to the train stations, time in the last trains - and the patriots laughed at them: when the capitalists pulled our country to pieces, when foreign crooks privatized Russian subsoil, you were in no hurry to leave in those years, weren't that? You were interested in watching the process. And now what were frightened? Have you scared the Russian spring? Russia gets up from the knees, the revival with us. And that the war is going on - after all, after all, it is necessary to fight, we have already sat down. Enough.

The war with Ukraine sounded wildly, but they talked about the war often and passionately, and everyone believed that war needed war. TV presenters believed that fascism in Ukraine. Fascism in Ukraine is a black word, a long -forgotten word; But now, the TV presenters said that fascism had laid in the Chernihiv forests, rested, gained strength-and fascism in Ukraine was risen. Since Ukraine has become an independent country, they have everything there and went in. There now they prohibit the Russian language, Ukrainians are pouring to the West, their Slavic roots have forgotten. And the TV presenters said terrible: Ukrainians prepare the genocide of the Russian people. All Russian people in Ukraine will be killed. How so, the listeners gasped, they did not immediately believe the prophecies. Will they really kill all Russians? And so, the television Syville said. They will kill the Russians - and do not even ask why. Beasts in Ukraine because.

Life in capitalist Russia did not immediately change. Restaurants worked briskly, wealthy citizens ate without a break, and theatrical premieres occurred, but anxiety entered the souls.

- Is fascism again?
- After all, the Nazis were defeated. And what happens - again?
- Yes, Nazism. Genocide of the Russian population.
- Can't be. We are brothers.
- Their Americans persuaded them.
- The Americans came to Kyiv and distributed cookies to all the choirs, seduced.
- Did you give cookies?
- Imagine. The State Secretary of the United States walked along the square and distributed cookies. Left and right.
- What is cynicism.
- The Ukrainians betrayed us.
- Horses betrayed the Russian world, want to join the West

From now on, the Ukrainians were called “Ukrainians” and “dill”, they were also called “Svidomys”, as well as “European -core”.

- The war will be.
- What is the Svidomo Army? One and a half tank. Euro-huts do not know how to fight, dill- this is so, nonsense. There will be a world war!

It is strange that they talked about the war with America, although the battles went in Kramatorsk and Donetsk, there the Ukrainians shot at the Russians, and the Russians shot the Ukrainians. And the reason for the murder was not very clear - but, apparently, the Ukrainians sold the Russian world of Atlantic civilization.

It was not easy to present the sale: how is it - the world to sell? At the bank, for money? Exchanged Slavic brotherhood for American dollars? They did not go into the details, but somehow the deal, apparently issued, and now the Ukrainians have become allies of the Atlantic Bloc-and this bloc, as everyone knows, is a longtime opponent of Eurasia. And every patriot realized that we were talking about great trouble.

They talked about the global war of the Russian world with the Atlantic civilization. Eurasia against the Atlantic - that's what it came to! The battle of civilizations is coming.

It would seem that if the conflict is so global, then the battle should be carried out in the Atlantic, among roaring waves, on the vast expanses of the ocean - this is where the suitable place for the clash of civilizations! Let there, under the screams of gulls, under the gusts of a hurricane wind, are screened by squadrons. Let there, in the raging elements, explode battleships and the destroyers burn - however, no battles were going on a garden section of a neighbor who was not related to the Atlantic civilization. The scenery for the fatal battles was chosen unsuccessfully - but what it is: they decided that the battles with Atlantic civilization are best conducted in Mariupol, under the cherries. There fought.

This is just a prelude, the penetrating patriots said, but if we give in to Ukraine now, then tomorrow the enemies will enter Russia.

- How is it - will we give in to Ukraine? Ukraine is a separate country?
- Stop. There is no such country. Ukraine is part of Russia.
- Who will enter Russia? Dill? Europeanchina?
- Where are they! No, the pindos will come in!

Pindos in Russia was called Americans. Why did the Americans call it, I did not know, but everyone repeated the nickname.

- The Pindos conspired with dill to attack Russia together.
- And what will Europe become?
- Europe is over, lay down under America. The Russian world conspired. No more Europe! Memory is one.
- Khokhlov must be crushed, they are all fascists.
- Is it really all?
- All.

Whether all the Ukrainians were fascists, it is difficult to say, but most Russian citizens supported the government’s decision on the accession of Crimea. When Russian troops entered the Crimea, everyone rejoiced.

“Crimea has never been to Ukrainian,” they said that.
“There was still sixty years,” some answered.
- No demagogy! The dill was lucky: Khrushchev gave them Crimea. Like this: I fought. Khrushchev himself was dill by nationality.
- We restored historical justice.

So many said, and I also said so. I did not consider the Ukrainians to be fascists, and indeed I did not think that fascism is in Uraan; But Crimea is still Russian territory, let the Crimea be in Russia. Only now it could not be believed that Ukraine attacked Russia.

“You don't understand.” Horses attacked us!
- I don't understand. It was Russia in Ukraine attacked Ukraine.

After such words, my close friend stopped talking to me.

- Funny. There is no such country - Ukraine, no! There is united Russia, which was forcibly divided, and the word "Ukraine" means "outskirts of Russia."
“However, they have a country and they have their own language.”
- Is this a language? Svidomites!

The word “Svidomit” Russian patriots formed from the combination of the Ukrainian word “Svidomo”, that is, “Knowing”, and the word “sodomit”. It turned out funny: Svidomit. Almost as funny as the word "liberal."

“I figured it out: it turns out that there are three million active fascists in Ukraine,” a friend told me.
- Really three million? Three million fascists?
- And sympathetic fascism - another ten millions. The dill across the throat is all Russian. And you support them.
- I do not support.
- The fifth column operates in Russia. Are you with them, with the national traitors?

A friend stopped talking to me. In those days, many quarreled - and the government explained to the people the cause of the quarrels.

The Russian President said that the country has been acting in the country, and since then the term “fifth column” sounded officially. The Kremlin arranged a holiday about the voluntary accession of Crimea to Russia - and there the president made a solemn speech. And in speech, by the way, he said about some people who betray Russian national interests. And then on the streets they began to hang posters with portraits of the participants of the Fifth Column. And some intellectuals were frightened - the anger of the people is always terrible.

As for me, I went to the station not because I ran from my homeland. But I didn’t want to take a ticket - and then, when the crowd goes in one direction, I always want to go to the other.

Arrived. He waited for the train to be canceled. The passengers stood along the platform and languished - no one said anything aloud, but his eyes were confused.

- Draop? - the man on the platform asked me. Then it turned out that he was a Polish businessman.
- On business, I'm going to Berlin.
- And I'm going home to Poland. If they are released, of course, home. Everything happens here.

However, the train went on the schedule: from the Belorussian station, through Minsk and Warsaw, - right to Berlin.

The train is dilapidated, still Soviet, a coupe for four people - shelves on the left and right, a table for cutting sausages and drinking alcohol. I had three fellow travelers: a woman and son Seva were driving to Minsk, and the Polish merchant was traveling to Warsaw.

The teenager was sixteen years old, he was a very large teenager, and when he stood in the aisle between the shelves, there was no air in the compartment. The Polish merchant immediately climbed up, so as not to fall by the arm and led his anti -Russian conversations from there. We talked about Ukraine - what do you order to talk about on such days?

“And remember,” said the merchant from the upper shelf, “President Putin told everyone that there are no Russian troops in Crimea.” He himself sent troops to the Crimea, and from the rostrum said that these were not Russian troops. Hodch! Comedy, huh? He lied, lied to your president ...

A T -shirt with portraits of President Putin and the Minister of Defense of the Russian Federation Shoigu was worn on a teenager - the T -shirt tightly fled the hers and the state men pleasantly smiled with Sevina’s chest, and the inscription on the T -shirt read: “Polish people”.

Seva straightened his chest, reached out and said in a thick voice:

- Military cunning.

And he winked at me and his mother. And the president on the wide Sevina’s chest - twisted his mouth, but said nothing.

“Larisa,” Seva said and gave me a boat of her neat palm. And it was clear that Larisa was a very lonely and sad woman, and Seva arose in her life by accident, the fruit of a sad adventure of youth.

We shook hands. Then the teenager Seva held out a wide palm for me.

- Vsevolod.
“The president should not lie,” the Pole said from above.
“The president himself knows what he should,” Vsevolod said. - The President of Russia will still be taught.
- Sevochka!
- I won’t let the president let it go. He lifted Russia from his knees, ”said Seva.
- The bandits came to Donetsk from Russia - they shoot, they provoke war. - reasoned the Polish businessman, - Interesting you get up from the knees.
“Probably,” I said carefully, “volunteers are fighting in Donetsk.”
- Volunteers arrived with tanks and anti -aircraft guns. I beg you, you are an adult.
“We must save the Slavs,” said the teenager, “so brave people went.” They fight with fascism. How our fathers fought.
- What does your father have to do with it? Where did your father fight? - the businessman said from above, hung down, looked around Seva with Larisa and fell silent.
“Our fathers,” Seva said in a thick voice, “fought with German fascism, and today American fascism.”
- And what does Ukraine have to do with it? Forever you are fighting with fascism in the wrong place. And your fathers were the same.
“Our fathers are heroes,” Seva said, and his mother Larisa looked at the big son with sad faded, like landscapes of the Central Russian strip, eyes.
“The war is on,” said the Pole, “but people have neither fear nor mind.”

The war already lived on its own, and so the truth of war and another truth arose from the world now - it was no longer possible to say what the cause of the murders, who were right, had nothing to say at all. When journalists described the war, they all lied - who deliberately lied, and whoever lied by accident - simply because it is impossible to describe the event from all sides, or only from one point. But it was necessary to write brightly and scream about the war loudly - and journalists excited the population; They wrote like this: “The murdered girl - how did she interfere with the Kyiv junta? What did the Nazis kill the child for? " And citizens, reading this, became furious. Very little was known about the war in the Donbass - but it seemed that everyone knew; Nobody could name the reason for the murders - in fact, it’s not for that, in order to recognize the Russian language in a foreign country, people are killed? There is probably another reason. But no one was interested in the reason. People died and killed, and the words were not needed. The war simply burned, and it was necessary to put new people into the war.

And they put new people, and people burned in the war.

And all the citizens wanted a war - and the citizens said that the heroes fight fascism: on the map of the world across Ukraine, they painted fascist swastika. What happened there, no one knew - and it was no longer. The truth of the war was accumulated, and the war was the right of its separate, special truth.

- You yourself at least served in the army? - Seva asked the upper shelf.
- In which army? Who should I fight with? - The Pole answered. - I need to feed my family, and not shoot people.
- Have you served? - The teenager measured me with a look.
- No, did not serve.
- Well, I knew that. I looked at you two and understood everything at once. - The teenager yawned, reached out. He was a tall and strong young man, with long hands. When Seva straightened his shoulders and held out his arms to the sides, he occupied the entire space of the coupe. - He did not serve his homeland, of course. I was afraid, then. He saved the skin.
“Seva,” Larisa gasped, “adults should say“ you ”.

She was not indignant, only so much as to show politeness. In Sevu, her words did not impress.

- Hide ... Life is the coast ...

Seva yawned, yawned for a long time - and his mother was worried that I was offended.

- Seva, you can’t speak with adults so. You do not know all the circumstances. Maybe uncle was very ill.
- Why was he sick?
- He fell ill and could not serve in the army.
- How to serve the homeland - so everyone got sick.

Larisa looked at me distinctly - it was probably necessary to tell Vsevolod that I was sick; It was necessary to correct the impression, to restore the belief of the teenager in adults. But I said nothing. I did not serve in the army consciously, and never regretted that I did not serve.

- I want to sleep, mom.
- Removing, son.

Vsevolod pulled a T -shirt with the president and exposed the white torso. In clothes, he looked more decent, his long flour body turned out to be hairy; The naked stomach looked like a purely intimate part of the sevine body looked like.

- Okay, they talked. It's time to relax. - Seva moved his hearth woolen body, turned his head; I was looking for what to grab on - to climb up. He took up the edges of the shelves, pulled himself up, and all our compartment shuddered from his severity. For a moment in front of me was the back of Seva, a naked white back with black hair curls. On Seva’s lower back, knocking out from under his underpants, a curly bush grew. Maybe his mother had an oriental gentleman, perhaps the father of a teenager was a man with a thick hairy cover; Perhaps there was a Caucasian - there are now a lot of southern people in the capital.

“Have you been to the Caucasus, Seva?” I asked.
“What I didn’t see there, in this Caucasus,” Seva answered in a thick voice. - Look at them, at the chock. - The upper regiment North submitted gradually, the shaggy lower back of the teenager remained before my eyes.

Why Seva not shit a terrible bush, I thought. Why will his mother, dear woman Larisa, not advise her son?

Larisa grabbed my gaze; Her face was painfully distorted.

Vsevolod, meanwhile, made an effort, shot a long body on the upper shelf, spread out, then hung a huge leg down.

Now he was opposite the Pole and there, upstairs, they brought a conversation.

- What do you think of Putin?
- I don't think anything.
- How is it - do not think anything?
- I don't think at all.
- It turns out ugly. You come to our country, visit us. And you don’t think about the president. And what do you think about Crimea?
- They took someone else's, what to think here.
- And now we and I decided that the president is well done. The man is strong. He has iron eggs.
- How are these iron eggs?
- He is strong. With character. My brother and I say so: he has iron eggs.
- Do you have brothers? I asked.

He asked and looked at his mother, Larisa, a neat woman of fifty years.

- Sevochka has no brothers. Brother is his class comrades.
- It's good that the class has such a strong friendship.
“Yes, not very strong,” Seva honestly said from above. - There are enough scum.
“You call them brothers.”
- We have a common thing. We want to go to Donetsk with the brother, serve the homeland.
- Why in Donetsk, Sevochka? - Larisa said anxiously. She, apparently, often said this in the last days - such fatigue was in her voice.
“No need to Donetsk,” I said to the upper shelves, “nothing is clear there.”

And Larisa gratefully looked at me.

- You see that adults say. It is not yet clear, Sevochka. The president has not yet made a decision.
- So he was not in the army. What he can know.
- Adults know more than you, Seva.
- Give your life for your own! - Sevochka unexpectedly used the Old Slavonic turnover, widespread during the First World War. He probably prompted him at school, I thought.
- Do you have friends in Donetsk?
- His friends are so said so. The expression is. And I have no friends there. But the homeland needs to serve. Give your life for your own.
“Do not understand your own,” the Pole said maliciously, “you never know what your neighbors need.” They definitely do not need war.
“We’ll figure it out,” Vsevolod said and shook his foot in the aisle between the regiments. - Everyone needs the Russian world.
- And the Russian world is how? The Pole asked.
“You will see,” said the teenager, “you will see everything soon.”

He shook evenly with a huge leg.

- Won Ukraine, and will be around the Russian world, right?
“Yes,” said Seva, “there will be a Russian world.”
- And then, probably, you will take Poland. There are also Slavs.
- It will be necessary, so we’ll take it.
- And build the Russian world everywhere?
“You don't hold me by the sucker.” I don’t have to make an aggressor out of me. We will help the brothers. We will give life for our other. We will build the Russian world.
- It will be good?
- Well.
- And what will you do there, in the Russian world?
- In Russian we will talk, okay? And then dill in Russian forbid to speak.
“Sevochka, Sevochka,” mother aroused, “do not so sharply with adults.”
- In Russian we will speak! - Seva said assertively, - We will read Russian books!
“Seva,” I asked the teenager, “what Russian books do you like?”
“I love everyone,” Seva said.
“It’s good that you asked him,” Seva whispered, “doesn’t read anything, plays on the computer.” Now teenagers read so little. And we Pushkin at his age. How good it was.
“I, mom, play Batla,” Seva said in a thick voice.
- What? I asked.
- In Batla.
“The game is so computer,” Larisa explained shyly.
“Come on, that he doesn’t know about Batla,” Seva said to his mother.
- Still, tell me, Seva, what's good in the Russian world? Here, we will conquer everyone, and then?
- Firstly, we do not win anyone. We take our back. What was stolen from us. Clear?
- Well, well, here we will all take back. The country will become even more. There will be a very big Russian world. And then what will we do?
- Love will be fraternal, understand?
- Oh, Sevochka, you don’t have to do so with adults!
- What did I say? Love, I say, will be fraternal. And point.
- Will there be love?
- Well.
- Seva, so maybe you should not put off with love? Maybe just now start? Even before everyone was captured? That is, returned? Maybe right now to love neighbors?
- Who to love? Svidomo dill?
- Yes, and to love the Ukrainians too.
“You will love dill, and they are a knife in your back.”
“Seva, think,” I said, “you say that there is a single Russian world.” In this Russian world, you say, there is no difference between Ukrainians and Russians. And there is only one nation experiencing a feeling of all -winging love.
“As you say well,” said Seva's mother. - Sevochka, you listen carefully. Seva sometimes misses classes at school, ”said Larisa's mother shyly.
- So, in our “Russian world”, common love should reign. You say it yourself. Both Ukrainians and Russians are one whole, you say. Therefore, there are no Svidoma ukrov? This is an evil fiction, Seva. No need to hate anyone.
“You listen to the American radio more,” Seva said. - They will not say that yet. Such as you are zombie. The fifth column is made in my country. Enemies of the nation. You are Russophobe, right? Russophobe, I feel.
- What is Russophobe?
- That which is all our Russian does not like.
- Seva, it's you Russophobe. You don’t like dill, but you yourself say that dill is the same Russians. So you yourself are Russophobe. Understand who exactly you do not like.
“These are all the propaganda of the Pindos,” said Seva, “they have already bombed Iraq, and now they are being selected for Russia.” Do you know how much the Pindos spent in Ukraine? Do you know? That's what you do not know. Bought dill with giblets. Five billion gave good money, huh? - And Seva laughed at a dense laugh of an adult, - everyone would want such money ... It is good that Putin managed to select Crimea from the Pindos. He took away from under the nose, deftly!

And Seva laughed, pleased with the maneuver of his president.

“And now the war is in the Donbass,” said the Pole from above, “and who needs it?” Well, why were the Russians sent there?
“We beat Russia,” said the teenager.
“Donetsk is Ukraine,” the Pole said.
- If we do not defend Donetsk, then the Crimea will have to be given. They already say dill, that is, they say: give us the Crimea back! The lip rolled out. And then they will attack Russia. Pindustan has a plan for the occupation of Russia. They are Russophobes.
“Russophobia,” said the Kommersant from the upper shelf, “just that - immediately Russophobia.” One hundred and fifty million people, the largest country in the world - but worry that they are not enough. You need to steal less and do not puke in the entrances. If you are not loved, you love yourself - how much you are.
“Russophobia,” Seva said. - Double standards.
“Seva, you are mistaken,” I said.
“Let's get back from my grandmother, I will immediately go to Donetsk,” Seva said gloomily. - The homeland must serve. I wish to give my life for my own.
“Sevochka,” his mother exclaimed, “you don’t come up by age yet!” They cannot call you for war!
- Nothing, they will take it to the militia. And if you sit out at home, then dill with pindos will be captured all of Russia. It is necessary to serve the homeland.
“Seva, don't go to war,” I said, “no need!” They will kill you, and you will never be able to play Batla. Can you imagine how insulting it will be? You will be dead, and you will not have any “battle” at all - there will be only a grave and worms. Sucking you, Seva, in the ground. Worms, Seva will eat you.
- Why are you so? - Mom was scared, - you can’t talk to the children like that.
“I have to scare him so that he would not run away from you to war.”
“He will not run anywhere,” said the merchant from the upper shelf, “sofa troops.” Beer drinks a child, eats popcorn, watches the TV. It was necessary to flog. Yes, you see, there is no one to flog. Non -spell.
- How dare you! - Mom Seva cried suddenly, as if preparing to cry for a long time.

Seva proudly said:

- You are not very here! He was going to flog me. Let's go to the corridor out, I'll put you four bones.
“Let's go, we will go out,” the gentry agreed. - Come on, I will bring you up, since there is no father.
“Sevochka,” the mother cried out, “do not go anywhere, dear!” And you are ashamed! Adult! The woman was offended, they contacted the teenager. European! You robbed Russia, took everything out! Our fertilizers were taken out, the gas was stolen!
- What gas? Complete your mother. I trad up with saucepan.
- You took aluminum from our country! Russian people were robbed!
- Stupid! You, Russians, robbed yourself.
How can you!

The Pole jumped down, left the compartment, slapped the door.

I went after him.

“You shouldn't talk like that with a woman,” I said, “apologize.”
- And why apologize?
- For the word "fool". Apologize immediately. And the word "non -cream" was offensive. Fate is difficult, but is a woman to blame for her fate?
- Everyone has a heavy fate. What are the aunt have problems? Didn't get married? It’s my fault that I didn’t come out.
“It's a shame to say that,” I said
- I know what I say. I have experience.
“You see,” I said, “you did nothing special in this life.” The fact that you specify with hardware, speaks of enterprise. But it does not give grounds on the judgments of moral order.
- I hushed a lot! - said the Pole with annoyance, - They found the gateful, how. I bought a pan for one euro, sold it for one and a half, and three went into taxes ... I have been speculating all my life, but I have to remain the state. This is not a gas to trade ... Not to redraw the southeast. Now, I suppose, in the Khokhlyatsky war they make serious money ...
“Listen,” I could not resist, “but it’s probably boring to trade with saucepan?” Today are saucepan, tomorrow are pots ...
- Killing, probably more fun. Here, a soldier is growing up.
- But still there is no need to be rude. Ashamed.
- They decided to educate me ... Who are you ashamed of? Now, the fool will go to Donetsk, he will shoot people ... You are ashamed of me ... And before the one whom the fool will kill is not a shame? Who is to blame that the Debit woman raised? Is the American capitalism to blame? Rothschild? I am ashamed of me for me!
“If you establish an education in the country ...” I said.
- And what will happen? Look at a pimple face! The boy will either sniff or become a killer. A pretty boy is a centner weight ... And tomorrow he will go to kill.
“He won’t go anywhere,” I said, “Seva is afraid.” You noticed that he was scared to go out into the corridor, but he is twice as large as you. They are non -merciful, this is the teenagers. Just undeveloped.
- And if there are a hundred such boys? And when is the army gathering from them? You are ashamed of me ... You would have married this Larisa.
- How is it? - I was confused.
- Marry, I say seriously. What else can you do? Marry this aunt. Live with her in the same room. Sleep in one bed. Drive in the cinema. Raise the Bolvan - her son. Unpleasant, huh? Tolerate. Maybe in ten years a man will come out of the boy. Maybe he will become a programmer.
- Why exactly a programmer?
- And who else? Composer? The composer is unlikely to become.
- Do you think there is no other way? Just get married?
- I have no idea. How to make a fool happy? Maybe you can’t do it. Maybe there is no way in nature. But you try. A? Try it.
“I don't want to,” I said.
- Right. And no one wants. There are no fools. And, if you do not want to spend your life on this woman, do not be offended that she gets crappy children. There is no one to educate. She will never have other children. Only bandits and freaks.
- Do not exaggerate.
- I know what I say. And you don’t have to teach me. You don't like pots. I do not ask what exactly you are selling in Berlin. Driving, we can say, to the enemies of Russia - yesterday you still fought with the Germans.
- You correctly noticed that.
- And you, nevertheless, go to Berlin, have strangled your conscience, right?
- What does conscience have to do with it?
- The Germans put camps throughout Europe, and where fascism was.
- So they repented ...
- Keep your pocket wider.

We stood silently. And what to say.

- You still apologize to the woman.
- Please. It’s not difficult for me.

We returned to the compartment, and the Pole apologized.

Larisa pursed her lips, she did not answer the Polish apologies. The teenager Seva said:

“We don’t need your apology.” We will get around. We will free Ukraine, and then we will come to Poland.

Drove in silence; Soon everyone dozed off. In the middle of the night, the car stopped, and the Pole said that the train would not go further - they declared war with Belarus.

- How? With Belarus? - gasped Larisa.
- And so. The Russian world to build. They will take us now in the field and bang.

However, the train went further, slowly, with tremors - but went forward. Then they announced that the train was arriving in Minsk.

- That's how good. We arrived, Sevochka. Now the grandmother will meet us. What a joy, a hassle. Are you glad that you came to my grandmother? And you sing your loved ones. With sour cream.

Larisa buttoned the suitcase, the sleeve of the yellow sweater remained outside. She dragged a suitcase on the aisle; A large teenager Vsevolod was following his mother, hands in his pockets. They did not say goodbye.

We stayed with the Pole together.

“Not all patriots are like that,” I said, “the boy is just stupid.” And there are ideological, smart, passionate people.
- Smarts are even worse. From a great mind, our Poland was drowned in blood, from mind and passion.
- Are you talking about the Polish uprising? About Suvorov?
- And what to remember now. Yes, I admit, anyway. Drowned in the blood, and okay. So, it was necessary. What kind of Pole am I? I'm from Taganrog. He married twenty years ago in the Pole, he became a Warsaw. Although divorced for a long time.
- Are there any children?
- there were no common; She has two from her first marriage - the girl is glorious, and her son rumbled in her pockets. They did not make friends. We scattered with a panel. I have been living in Poland for a long time, you can say it dull, he became Pan himself.
- Do you miss Russia?

He shrugged.

- Life has passed. Warm - do not be bored, they won’t add extra years. I convey this life, and okay. I’ll go to the restaurant car, I will take a cell and smoke. And there is already Warsaw. Farewell.
- All the best.

He left, and I began to look out the window at the Belarusian, and then at the Polish steppes. Then the train stopped, stood for five minutes in Warsaw. Then the wagon rocked, again the same flat landscapes, packgauzes and brick additive barracks, which in all countries of the world are the same, went outside the window. Before Berlin, there were another six hours of driving.

I regretted that I quit smoking.