Its good to know everything. She said to me: Today is just evening the traffic police in the culture. Take the accordion and - there!I came in there, really, the police walk. I sat in a corner somewhere and started playing. All came to life, began to dance. Then my friend went to the deputy head of traffic police and told all about me. He says now shed closed. Let the morning comes. And I loved my bike back. And then I passed on the right.But in the second year could not stand and sold his accordion. Took the old man, who lived six thousand. Interest, of course, huge. But too great was the desire to buy a car! I came across a "victory" green- Owned twelve thousand miles. All is good, but it's time to return the debt, and no money. Have to sell the car. Pickled APPLE BUSINESS I've learned that it can be successfully sold in Tashkent. Twenty-five thousand. Well, I think I will give the debt, and even buy myself kakuyunibud mashineshku ... for the rest of the agreement with his friend Leonid Afanasiev, also a composer, go to Tashkent together. He's older than me by five years, during the war was a pilot.His plane was shot down, wounded himself, he has since been back ached. Leon then received the State award in Moscow in the Concerto for download the film Dushman
and Violin and Orchestra. He then download the film Dushman
and moved to Moscow two years studying in graduate school at the Moscow Conservatory.By the way, saying that the professor Brusilovsky spared time for us, but its Moscow teacher Aram Khachaturian Leon saw a couple of times a year. The one on the tour or writes.And deal with graduate assistants ... To make our trip even more cost effective, we Lenya bought one hundred kilograms of apples, loaded into the trunk and drove off. The road is good, the weather is wonderful, the climate is amazing. If the rain stops in May, up to November - no dampness. Well, rain, maybe thunder - and all.The sun, the mountains, the snow on the peaks ... and two apple on green merchant "victory." Perezzhaet pass, go through the city of Frunze. It's getting dark. We go to the river. We must look for Ford, on the other side perebiratsya.Ty, Leon - I say - do not go into the water: you spin. I'm going! And water - from the mountains, ice! .. Maybe it will pass? - I suggest.We went snooping in the river - the motor and died ... Is there a way to move the car with the jack. Put the side, between the doors jack up the machine to the maximum, then colliding forward. Look online
. She is moving on two feet. Again on a jack ... and so on. Sisyphean task. That's about half an hour, I tumbled into some water ice, logs found normal ford.Got a dry place, rubbed candle. Started up the "Victory". What luck! .. Suddenly a truck, the driver said: See, I suffer. Like you pull out ... Spent the night in the field. Leon - on the back seat. I - on the front. We drive in the morning to a suburb of Tashkent. And in it all the windows looking into the courtyard from the street can be seen only the walls of houses.We opened the trunk, and there - apple compote our business.