It was clear that things, no matter how sorry she was, would have to leave the room. But what to do next? Cause commercial taxi, bypassing администраторшу? Of course!
Veronica remembered as the taxi driver that picked up their with the Hippopotamus, when they arrived in Moscow in "Cosmos", left a business card with your phone number on just in case. Zhora then wanted her quietly discarded, but Veronica noticed it and took it and placed it in her purse. Handbag her eventually continually пухла, filling with any crap like вотэтой useless cards, and because Veronica periodically вычищала, throwing out all that was in it, the necessary and the unnecessary, indiscriminately in the trash. Now she desperately shaking her bag, вываливая all of its contents, which would probably take you a whole bag, but fits into its small size, the bed and desperately Recalling when she last made the bag "cleansing".
As new meetings and casual acquaintances nowadays because of the long stay in the closed world of unfamiliar, vast as the ocean, the city from this island that it practically was not chosen, but because with anyone and not have met, the card taxi driver was still in the bag. She распкопала her among a pile of cosmetics, handkerchiefs, подследников, pantyhose, panties, tampons, cotton buds, pens, pencils, tubes, chains, necklaces, bracelets, клипсов, earrings, rings on their hands and feet and other knick-knacks, and many long time ago already abandoned in a paper bag records, postcards, business cards, and other things that do not understand how could fit in her purse.
Veronica grabbed as a jewel, and rushed to the phone on the bedside table, on the go absorbing the contents of business cards and trying to remember the name of the taxi driver.
"Only he was on the spot!" prayed Veronica, dialing the last digit.
Tube did not take long, then on the other end sounded grumpy voice rough guess Armenian accent. A woman answers her enough that she spoke with a wild accent, in which familiar words came across in time, but also Russian poorly understood.
-Garik! I need Garik! — demanded from her Veronica.
-Нэту, нэту, Garik! — followed by a непереводимый set of words. -Уэхал in the city! and again неразбираемое something.
-When will you? Will be when?! — ten times asked to repeat her Veronica, while ensuring that the Armenian her understood.
-Нэту! Нэту! — om chanting on the end of the wire..
Veronica put back the receiver and put up both hands in despair. Garik th needed very urgently. He now was the straw that seize buried Veronica.
"I'll call you later! finally she decided. — Mnya there is still time!"
She called again in an hour, then two, and finally, she called the first hour of the night, when the normal, decent people, nobody will disturb your натренькиванием. But in response, she heard the same voice badly misguided and evil изъясняющейся Russian-Armenian woman. And in answer to her "Garik" still, still heard "Нэту!"
Time inevitably стремително driven forward. It was already three in the morning. Street lamps outside the window was dimmed light. Now well visible silhouette of a flying up in the sky rocket-monument, темневшего against the orange glow of the distant fires.,
Veronica didn't sleep she tensely thought, as her find this damn Garik, pacing the room to and fro, as if he had already promised to save her.. now and then she jumped to a bedside table, intending to call, but every time stopped, almost turning fully to call at such a time was uncomfortable even Armenians.
In the end she decided and scored once again the room fully, knowing that tomorrow morning Garik no she just finds it. We had перешагивть through the "inconvenient" and "indecent"if she really wanted to be saved. And she now all явственне understood that wants it, come what may. Now she was determined that willingly pay this outrageous milkmaids-администраторше nick опейки!
In the tube long long beeps heard. Probably at the other end of the line are already asleep. Veronica wanted to hang up, as suddenly there was a sleepy male voice:
ALLO!
-Garik?! -guessed Veronica, all internally обрадоввшись as if it had just won the lottery million.
-Yes. Who is this?! — now it clearly recognized the voice of the taxi driver, squeaky, ловно pleasant. She somehow good апомнила.
-Garik! This Is Veronika!..Well, do you remember you took with the Kiev railway station three in the Cosmos, left there two, and the third took in "Metropol"
In the tube wheezing. It was unclear whether Garik listens carefully and stress tries to remember their clients, sending, such as the girl he reported him for a week to ten happened, whether he is asleep, forgetting to put the handset on the handset.
-Garik! Are you listening to me?! cautiously asked Veronica.
-Yes-Yes! — was heard in some time. -Who is this?!
-Garik! This is Veronica's bothering you! Don't you remember me?!
Silence is eloquent responded to Veronica for Garik.
-Чэго need?! again sounded on the other end.
-Garik! I need you to urgently drove up to me in the hotel "Space"! — directly posted Veronica.
-A-a-a! You could have just said! And then you remember do you remember... how do I do all I can remember?! Now, after half an hour I will! The room what?...
You only go so nobody knew in what room you go! — gave him instructions Veronica. -I had problems with администраторшей emerged...
"Well, my dear! You have a problem! — Garik barely noticeable экал, but spoke Russian pure affected by long practice of the capital of a taxi driver.
Армянскоое promise vivid Veronica. She took heart and, sprawled now relaxed on the double bed was half-asleep wait Garik.
Through почаса, as promised Garik, on the door of her room knocked softly. Заговорщический, faint sound of knocking at the door left no doubt that it was someone else and not a taxi driver. Veronica opened the door and launched in number of Armenians.
-Ah, it's you're beautiful! — recognized her Garik. — Thee-I remember well! That you got wrong?
-Garik! — confidently, as if it was an old friend, and not a taxi driver, she saw for the second time in life, rushed to him Veronica. -Help! I need to get away unnoticed and tomorrow leave at the Kiev station!
For a wait owed, sweetheart? calmly and soberly asked Garik
-How do you know? "said Veronica.
-Here, many get caught! — shared information Garik.. — I'm clients — Oh-Oh how much. A bit disorderly think here! Simple, whom приметят that no one there, so they try to Rob! Yes, do not fear." Tomorrow I'm here, sweetheart will bring. What train?
Veronica agreed with Garik that he will arrive tomorrow, at half-past six, a half hour before the train departure. Good-bye, when Garik, cute Armenian thirty years old, went, softly and cautiously, so as not to make noise, covering the front door, he — Veronika noticed it, gave her top to bottom, exactly section, any strange eyes.
"Наглец! she thought to herself. I армяна was not enough! Besides I am a widow! In mourning!"
Women are constantly having naughty thoughts — that is their nature, but Veronica resolutely cut them, leaving the soul of even a hint at the possibility of any flirtation. To think about it its involuntarily shuddered at all. Although nature has already made itself felt, and her friend, who used without delay receive their increasingly invitingly demanded some adventure, not betraying no value to its status as a widow, wearing mourning. What the nature of the social forms, invented by man? Her merits of the female in which the soul is, its bring! In it, this being their processes go, and they don't care about what is happening in the soul, the hostess of this universe, which is called the human body. To him, the merits of this, the main thing is that it существоввало, developed, multiplied because it is his program. And the soul? What is soul?! The soul only guest in this material object compelled her time of life, assembled from the surrounding earth.
Veronika all shuddered again. However, the desire to still visited her, and she had some time to struggle to drive him away and pacify the beginning rage body. Yes, let the will of spiritual matter, run away the mind, truly she бысстыдна! However, shame, again, the notion of social, alien to nature, nature. This is only a framework, in which the mind keeps in check nature...
Veronica finally managed with his thoughts and began feverishly to think that she take with you, because Garik confirmed that suitcases have to leave. He was using his numerous acquaintances among the personnel of hotel: the hotel reception, maids, cleaners, cooks, waiters, and — well knowing all inputs and outputs, to carry it through the restaurant kitchen and utility room casino on the street.
-You sleep right, dear, till the evening. Tomorrow will be a difficult day! warned before leaving Garik.
But her sleep calmly have not given. Several times in the room came администраторша and warned that near the time of calculation, so she moved in search of money. She came with no doubt, literally in every hour, so when once again knocked, Veronica already wanted to Express администраторше all that thinks they are.
Outside the door stood Garik. He was cunning, like rogue. And Veronika even thought him still communicate not worth it. But she drove her away: everything was decided.
-Follow me! whisper said Garik. — Things ain't take it!
They had proceeded some stair mines, the existence of which Veronica could not even imagine, down, and were in the basement, in a restaurant kitchen, then, winding to some littered with all sorts of obscure things corridors where it was dark and dingy, and sometimes even get between the rubble could hardly got out from the back side of the hotel via a dual sunroof, ducking to the turf прошмыгнули open space to narrow paths, огибавшей hotel from the rear, climbed over a low, waist-lattice fence.
Taxi Garik stood here under the pairs. The machine was closed, but the engine worked.
-Yes, dear! asked, breathless, her taxi driver, when they found themselves in the cabin. -I for their service with thee thrice take against their ordinary fees! And the money right now come on!
-Dollars take?! — only Veronica asked, knowing that now is not the time to haggle, Armenian chose the right moment, in order not to miss her.
With centesimal dollar bill Armenian, long слюнявя and carefully counting, gave Veronica surrender rubles on state a rate that was five times lower than a commercial. Seeing that Veronica long holds the money in his hand, he said:
-Don't like it — go change in the exchanger in the hotel!
Veronica silently withdrew the money, only drawn from resentment sponge.
-I can get tickets "no problem"! told her goodbye Garik, as if not noticing that the girl was to him not a little angry. -Where are you?
-Thank you! I myself! — Veronica angrily slammed the door "Volga" and walked briskly away from the commercial taxi stands, where the eternal wait for clients stood with two dozen empty taxo.
-Come on, if that! I'll stand here! she heard big words Garik, донесшиеся through the hubbub of the crowd on the sidewalk, in which it, the next moment, then ducked.
At the Kiev station stood selection. The people were so Veronica thought here brought together all of the Ukrainian Diaspora, scattered across the expanses of the Union, in unison to return home.
It has long sought ticket hall, asking random passers — no one answered, silently, as if to them and asked, passing by. Finally, some guy, similar in appearance to the Taras Bulba, as it is in the childhood, when they were Shevchenko school program, imagined Veronica stopped and friendly гыркнул her native хохляцким accent:
-So there's the other side of the entrance.
Despite the fact that Cass had a lot in every stood длиннюшая turn, and Veronica, looking at the scoreboard apprehensive, as if not to miss the train. She begged to miss it, because to her train is left less than an hour, and she did not have time, but nobody agreed. Had to become in the end of a long queue of people in fifty. Veronica has calculated that even if every person cashier will spend a minute in reality she worked much slower, it would not have time to train. Only now, because she had never доволилось buy tickets on the capital's railway stations, she understood what the words Garik — without problems.
Yes, it certainly is late if continued stupid to stand in queue for the ticket office. But Garik she treated more like he cheated her! We had to think of some other way as not to miss the train.
Saying that she would be right back stood behind her thick aunt with some wicker string bags, Veronica went to the window the cashier. She fought her way through the dense crowd and not paying attention to the disturbances surrounding her fellow citizens, addressed to кассирше, brazenly distracting her from the service of another customer:
-Aunty! I train in thirty minutes! Sell, please ticket!
"Aunty" gave her one second attention. She зыркнула her lightning evaluating eyes and turned away, leaving:
-In the order of the queue!
Veronika, ошеломленную answer immediately pushed from the cashier window. She turned around, searching the crowd turn, and at this moment I saw a few Caucasians, ransacking about among the people. They were throwing in the eyes. Because vigorously for someone in the crowd, which no one else did. Veronica is clear: it is her soul.
Immediately turning away, she rushed out of the hall, headlong flew down the stairs to the entrance on the street and violently threw herself, not remembering itself, encountering with oncoming pedestrians, apologizing on the run again faced and apologizing to the Parking lot of a commercial taxi. "If only he hadn't gone away!" prayed Veronica.
Noticing machine Garik, still standing among other bored taxo on a deserted Parking lot, aside from the wild queue on public taxi, which, as always, it was not, Veronica остепенилась and went slowly, almost casually, as if carelessly walking, trying to catch her breath on the go.
Garik already noticed her. He sat behind the wheel of his "Volga", as if signaling for her to not missed it, turned on the light salon. Now he looked at her as a girl approaching his car, ежась in wet evening twilight of the capital, and smiled arrogantly: Garik to be impossible — he dog already eaten doing the driving from Kievsky railway station and knowing all of the local customs and conditions. He even got halfway down, leaned out the window, opened the door:
-Hurry up, sweetheart, be quick something!
His face was written, on a white sheet of paper: I knew you would be back!
Veronica immediately precipitated step, ceasing fooling. The girl's eyes were still images ransacking about in her quest among the crowd Slavs Caucasians, vigorously rotating heads, and throwing around like daggers, gazes.
