Thursday, September 25, 2014

Although it was already used to the wayside inn, this was really unique. At the central place on th

A Christmas Story
Seat much more like a salon chair from a luxury hotel, but the seat of yellow bumper badger mini-bus. There are only two in a row, no more than eight, except šoferskog and the one next to it, a bulky man that attacked bumper badger and completely relax, even that falls asleep while traveling. Between the seats there is enough space for the used Table for coffee or juice. All in all, a real homely atmosphere!
He was already on the bus and just waiting for his father to sit next to him, but a woman who acts like he knows him from before, it should be placed no questions in the neighboring chair. The father, however, no objection to sitting at the driver, to place tight and uncomfortable than others.
Woman oštrokljunog nose speaks to him very loudly: - What do you think, will we get to midnight? After a long trip, your father knows how to be helpless as a child, so I'll have to get busy tending until it heats up the house and situate him in bed.
She leans toward him, her face painted bumper badger in astraganskoj fur coat, but he feels strangely smell of wool and dried meat. After all, who knows where this cheerful woman in good shape, as it is disguised as a lady and went to the carnival.
What is this about my father, it came not to wonder, as she continues to chatting: - Marriage is certainly a useful thing, I think if you put on a sound basis. And, you know, of course, who is the foundation layer. Woman! Eh so Daddy?
- Well, for a happy start times ... - A woman offers bumper badger him prunes from vesicles, corresponding packed, pitted and juicy. Chewing the fourth, his head was bare the thought bumper badger of her in that openness bumper badger may have goodness. And the fat man with a thin mustache who sits behind her, happy to accept the plum.
- Oh, that. Just for honorarčić, by the way. Although, to be honest, I'm not a fan of beer. I prefer well-vince - even unusual for its weight, hefty man scattered bumper badger podkrepljuje their hands and say mime: - Horace Cvikalo actor.
- Well, Horace, what are the prospects for an actor today, to live from their work? - Stared at him (very unpleasant habit) while waiting for a response, but a fat actor in a quiet voice, even though I live gestures, begins to explain: - Sometimes, each of us looks like it came down to the lowest point ...
At the beginning of times, women and Horacio are talking about, but then the voices of the other five passengers interfere in a loud cacophony (though women remain the loudest), except his father, who continues to sit still and powerless to chauffeur.
Although it was already used to the wayside inn, this was really unique. At the central place on the wall, over something that should be playing bumper badger at a bar, and is actually more like the ancient battered chair, stolen from a university warehouse, diverse selotejpovima was covered by folded brown paper, a kind of improvised flag, on which are drawn sun pyramid bumper badger and an anvil with a hammer and pliers. In addition to the flags, hang on a wall hanging framed photographs torn from udžebnika - Alexander, bumper badger Gotse Delchev, Dame Gruev and Kiro Gligorov. On a shelf above the bar, wine barrels, plastic, imitation wood, and between them boxes of tea, at least that is written on them, Klamath weed, mint, thyme and basil.
From kafanskih tables are just two busy. For one two play a lady and two kibicuju. Man in neighboring table does not seem interested in the game. In a gray jacket and unbuttoned shirt on a gray-blue stripes, the white pants with suspenders and mesh baseball cap on his head, scattered sipped from cups and smoky. Passengers among the first oštrokljuna women (and where it is his father?), They came, to empty tables.
- How nice to meet you. And to ask you something. Do you know why the house wine with glasses? ... To satisfy all the senses. First examining bumper badger his color, and You smell, then, before gucneš, knock the glasses. To hear echoing!
After the first sip of wine, grew voluble guy - my boss. Phenomenal man. I do not know how much they earn. Billionaire! I have understanding for our workers. Well, every year I come home for Christmas. Though they do not celebrate bumper badger the same time with us.
Type the pale osmehnu the Horatian note, prolonging by her: - But, the boss agreed. He said to me, You were such a hard worker all these years, you did not complain, you've been working overtime, can you go for Christmas that through your fatherland. If I show it, I will not defend. And the word is. It gives you a standard, if you shift, just extra money. Just that it's important. Business. Business is profit. Simple. That's my boss.
- Among the birds, excuse me for such a comparison, the main all the time forcing others not to shred key. But he himself remains hungry. In humans, conversely, bumper badger the boss and constantly pushes you to do, and he collects the money.
- I would not be surprised ... It seems that nowadays so - after a short break, paying them Horace, more him than a man - the personal benefit has become the main target of our behavior in life. All wear masks of compassion, understanding and humility, just to scratch it for more money. And, in itself, pathetic, that we're special. Success? Do you see

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