Stories in thoughts

Life has changed drastically and changed all the priorities. Socialism with a human face ordered to live a long time and capitalism with an animal shard came in its place. The significance of the wushu fell sharply and were there against the crowbar, baseball bat, and sometimes even a bullet - a bare heel. New life dictates new priorities, new rules. Other values - other people's capitalist values - became fashionable in my country, and life itself became more and more a life not by law or conscience, but by concepts or for money...

My heart refused to believe, but my head put everything on the shelves, and... believe it or not. When you realize that everything was decided without you behind your back, you realize that you were just betrayed, it's very hard. I guess that's the kind of lesson you need in life. Maybe... it's not up to us to decide. You had a loved one, and you didn't have a loved one... I remember that I couldn't eat or sleep for a few days then. What was going on around me, I don't remember... And in my head, there was a stream of incessant thoughts, thoughts, thoughts...

Once upon a time, at the dawn of perestroika, I had my small electronics store, with all its consequences: money, bandits, officials, envy and other big and small troubles. I once thought it would help me look forward to my bright future with confidence. It takes a little patience to solve all the problems, and then... a quiet and peaceful life. Naivety is worse than stealing. Business and quiet life are not compatible. Fate just gave me another lesson. Having tasted all the charms of small business, I still had to say goodbye to the shop...

No one knows what the coming day is preparing for us. Destiny does not dedicate anybody to its plans. The redistribution of property in 97 was still in full swing, only the methods of struggle have changed a little. And arms. A broken nose is a trifle in life. How many of them died in ruthless gangster wars and how many more will give their lives for someone else's good, for someone else's ambitions - for nothing. They have little chance of dying in their beds, surrounded by their children. I felt sorry for them, even though they were bad, and without intellect, but their fellow citizens...

One of the "brothers" is in a complete "blackout": I didn't see where I was hit and with what they call, hitting somewhere in that steppe. The other, though not in full, but in consciousness. I seem to have broken his nose, and now his nose was hurt by painful shock and blood flowing from his nose. Once again, after involuntary jerks and jerks, my head tried to turn on, but she didn't want to analyze the possible consequences of this small, too fleeting clash. And I was just trying to systematically understand everything that had happened: an accident, a hit-and-run, a fight...

Having had enough fuss and having decided that it is enough, "brothers" have finally switched to the person responsible for the celebration, then you are on me. Since the time was later, dark, there was no one in the vicinity of anybody else's or anyone else's, the skinheads were not shy about it. They started to explain to me very harshly in their ravenous tongue that I couldn't drive, that it was all my fault, and that I was "caught" at all. They were not interested in my opinion at all. And for nothing! Freud wasn't studied in his childhood...

The day was running out. The sun slowly tilted towards sunset and less and less often threw its last reddish-yellow rays on the ground, giving way to the darkness, which imperceptibly conquered all the visible space for the black mist. As always, for the second week in a row, after the "favorite", monotonous and routine work, I went to my dacha. After a long winter, I wanted to get out of the stuffy city apartment more quickly to the newly awakening wildlife. Because the long winter winter winter has drunk all the juices of life, and without the help of Mother Nature can not make up for them...

- So where do you want to go? The director of "Kondor" could not make his "hard" choice. The phone that called him unexpectedly took him away from his important thoughts. "Eh, he didn't have time to leave! - Viktor Petrovich thought and picked up the phone. - Good evening, Viktor Petrovich," the General's familiar voice was heard in the phone receiver. - Hello, Anton Leonidovich," said the director immediately. - What is it like there? Is everything okay? Nobody bothers? - The general started talking from afar...

The year 1997 from the Nativity of Christ. Victor Petrovich sat at the table in his office of the director of the security company "Kondor". The office is cozy, spacious and light. The furniture is not a standard office cheap, but made of real oak, as if it spoke about the reliability of the office. In the far corner of the office, there were two massive leather armchairs specially selected for the color of the furniture, a small glass table between them and an impressive minibar along the wall, all together they outlined the "working area" for the reception of guests...

But all of a sudden, things have changed. The pain disappeared as if it never existed... It just disappeared... The picture around me froze without moving. Time stopped. The monster flies, but hangs in one place in the flight. The passenger car was standing as well as in its place; my "Moskvitch" too. And I am alive and well (while) sitting in the " Moskvitch ". Except my mouth is wide open in a silent scream. Time stopped for everybody but me, I was out of time. Wherever I looked, the space around me was frozen in the final jerk...

The year 1995 from the Nativity of Christ. This year I remembered for the rest of my life. This year I was in trouble... I bought myself a car. It was called a "Moskvitch" car, model 408... He also had the gearshift handle under the steering wheel. Yes, he was a good guy: he wanted to go, he didn't want to go, he didn't want to go. Deaf, as usual, at the most inopportune moment. Sometimes I got the impression that he was alive: a kind of capricious grandfather who lived by his notions and principles, inaccessible to people...

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