All on the run

Report from the Moscow Hippodrome: who and how loses money at bets

I didn’t even hear such a gambling mat as at the hippodrome.

- You won’t take it, bitch! Roskomnadzor to you, Roskomnadzor to you !!! - the elderly man shouts at the concrete fence, immediately behind which a treadmill begins at the Central Moscow Hippodrome. There now the bay mare Bellasik (under the control of the Pupko rider) is trying to get around Bella Dizhi, which, obviously, put a swindler. The stands behind him also grumble, then howl ... When the horses were finished, several old people were smartly and in Moskovsky accelerated: "Gamn!"

-Ha ha, I didn’t take it, Roskomnadzor !!! - the man jumped. - Interesting, they hear when they scream?

- Of course you can hear. I always hear, ”said a gloomy rider, a shaved-headed one and with an escapanese beard. He was a spectator that day. - You scream very loudly.

Bella Dizhi stayed in second place, and the first foal of Bo Voyage came. They were controlled by another navel. The Brothers Pupko have been working at the Moscow Hippodrome from the end of the seventies.

Spectators, too, seemed to teleport here from the seventies. Visitors to Sunday begs look like a crowd for Soviet comedy. (The operator largely takes the elements of clothing.) In gray coats with brown collars, in shabby jackets in a cell, in glasses “from Shurik”, in berets and caps of aerodromes. One or two-with characteristic tattoos on the hands. And here is this bewildered old man - he is from another film (about perestroika, for example): red synthetic winter jacket, blue pants with three stripes, boots and a leather bag over the shoulder.

And all this against the background of the Stalin Empire - well, a real time machine. Even a glossy program with information about races, which guests buy 100 rubles at the entrance, is instantly aged here. Old people twist it, fuel, amazed in the air, spell it with some formulas.

They all play here on the totalizator.

The totalizer returned to Russian hippodrome in 2012. Before that, he was outlawed for several years, fell under restrictions.

Running, or tests of horses of trotted breeds, take place at the Moscow Hippodrome every Sunday. In one of the three sectors, the entrance is free, in the others - 300 rubles. There you can find wealthy gentlemen in vests and butterflies, their wives in hats of various diameters, as well as children dressed in camisoles and lush dresses. Girls move into the stands in them, cleverly raising the bottom with two fingers.

- Yes, not the magnate Lock shit, but she is shit! Well - Baba! She has pens, not her hands! -At that time, a man screams in the next sector, dressed in a Planet Hollywood jacket-bomb, and shrugs his hands. This is so about the rider M. The most avid players - they, of course, are here, on a free stand.

In the program - detailed information about horses, their origin, recent results, riders. Comparing this statistics, you can estimate which trotches will become winners. For each race, the program already indicates the favorites, even the probability of their victory as a percentage. But the regulars of the hippodrome prefer to calculate this probability themselves. Someone gets right in the booklet. And some stretch to the inner pocket of the jacket and take out yellowed tetral sheets. They write out several applicants for prizes and hurry to the windows of the totalizer.

At the Moscow Hippodrome, eight types of bets. From the simplest “one” (you need to guess the winner in one arrival) to “six victories” (the same, only in six races) and the “quadruple express”. Here, to win, it will have to be called four winners in one race and their exact sequence. In the "one" or its variations, few people play - a low coefficient.

Railways take place from one what is until six in the evening every 20 minutes, and lasts a little more than two.

In breaks, old people get home sandwiches and tea poured into plastic bottles from packages. Others have something stronger.

“So yesterday our hockey players crap,” the bald grandfather cursed, overturning the copper glass. He has two pairs of points on his head. In some, on a red elastic band, he looks at the program, while others use others to monitor the beas. - But because there are no combinations of our Soviet ones!

The arrival of two -year -olds is announced - stallions and mares of the Oryol breed born in 2014. It is difficult to guess the winners in such a race, and the winning will still be scanty.

“There is no point in playing here,” my uncle dissuaded me in a denim suit when I thought to put a strawberry, daughter of a logo and lace on a mare. - Go better 50 grams drink with this money.

The strawberry finished the fifth, several times went astray from lynx to the gallop. And the troupe won.

A loose man of about fifty turned to us, standing a row below.

“You can’t make money here,” he concluded arrogantly, as if the race had interrupted our long conversation with him.

- And we do not come to earn them here. We spend them, ”my adviser made excuses. - After all, we have been taught all our lives: earned - spend.