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   As I have offended the hero.
   More often I should go in business trips by trains.
And, as a rule, "carries" to go to a compartment only with men. And they at the first
Possibilities usually there and then start to think for three.
   For me it is eternal torture, because key addresses of my business trips
- Deaf villages. Trains, as a rule, come there for some reason or
At late night, or very much early in the morning. Normal hotels, that at least
Spirit to translate, there does not happen. And to work it is necessary very tensely. And
If thus also not to sleep...
   Therefore I always try to close compartment "cafe" at least to twelve
Nights, that usually displeases my fellow travellers. What only
Epithets in the address you will not hear! But the principles I do not renounce.
   And only once I have trembled and have regretted, that have turned out among
Nights from compartment of two men which could not have a good long talk the friend with in any way
The friend, drinking from treasured fljazhechki. One of them, thin, with the naughty
Boyish vihrom in growing grey hair, has good-natured smiled:
   - Do not become angry about us, a daughter! We on a meeting with brother-soldiers to Moscow
We go. For us this such event!.
   ... We approached on Moscow early in the morning on May, 8th. Weather was far
Not the celebratory. On carload windows whipped a rain and barrels the strong cold
Wind. One of my neighbours a plot kurtochku. Another, sitting in the easy
To "shirt jacket", silently looked at lead clouds.
   - For that you wait, put on! - the fellow traveller has told to it. - or you of anything
Did not take with itself warm?
   The thin was restive:
   - Yes took with itself a jacket... But now it to put on somehow it is inconvenient.
   It has opened a suitcase and has got a jacket. And as if the sun left in this
Instant from grey rain clouds. Have begun to sparkle, have begun to sparkle, calling, tens
Its awards. Awards and medals... I do not know, how much they were everything, but all
The lapel of a modest black jacket became gold. And over awards and medals
Two small graceful Asterisks - twice Hero Soviet were allocated
The union.
   - Inconveniently it now to put on, - has repeated mine the neighbour. - and to remove
All this economy - is so much efforts!
   This minute me as if boiled water has doused. It became awfully a shame to me:
To whom did I do remarks whom "brought up"? The hero. The darling, good-natured
The person. Thanks to it I, maybe, live now in this world, and it
Still apologised before me... Here it is the real man!
   And still those minutes I did not have not enough forces and courage to admit,
That it was not right. The female obstinacy has got the best. I of the first have jumped out from
The car, nothing having learnt about the neighbour-hero...
   Has thought suddenly only in the morning on May, 9th. But in vain searched for it with a bouquet
Colours in Park of a name Bitter and at Bolshoi theatre square. Has not found.
   Since then there have passed years. I do not know, whether it is live, my former fellow traveller is healthy.
But always I recollect him, getting on a train, leaving in the next
Business trip. In each new fellow traveller at first I try to see the hero. And
Then I give to drunkenness fight!.
                     Elena VASILKOVA.
//* an information Source: the Russian newspaper, 7.05.99
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