My ticket.
The other day we with the girlfriend have agreed to meet at the exhibition center, to walk, to talk about this and that, especially in the summer did not see. Convenient. I got “lipsticky” of course, and my friend tram in Moscow Zlatoglavaya. I like to look out the window of the car and it is advisable to think about the good. Fall alternately shared the sun and rain, but the sun was shining. I got out of the house and cheerfully went to the station. At the ticket office were two people, the cashier was, and the tickets… bye-bye. There is no light! Wonderful! By the way, the trains are working supervisors, and on platforms the turnstiles at the “entrance” and “exit,”and what would you do? Of course, information about the light conveyed by rail, but still wanted to go with the ticket, it seems. Like? Did it!! Cashier, working a little in the dark, managed to write a ticket before joining the train. Ticket, old, rarity! And I quietly went.
We are so used to live in a world of electronics with cell phones in the bags, smartphones, tablets, cards with no electricity anywhere. The story is not over. Then there was another interesting story about the ticket, electricity and very quick-witted guards.
I understand most people, the life of which is associated with the train. In the morning, home at night, and on the contrary, home in the morning, in the evening to work. Learned “the Twelve chairs” by I. Ilf and E. Petrov? What was it like? The money up front! In the morning – money, in the evening chairs, evening the money, and the next day in the morning – chairs.) So here we are! Work – money, house – chairs, the better, of course, sofas.
Fated Sunday afternoon, I arrived at the station Perlovskaya. My unforgettable Barley! In Soviet times, I rode to Moscow to study at the Institute, wishing the train was stopped everywhere except Perl and Taininskoe. Because in addition to Monino, Fryazino and other, there did stop Zagorski( Sergiev Posad) ,Alexander and other trains.Time has always been expensive.
Later, I worked in the area of Barley, and today often frequented, especially Bolshevo – Perlovskaya – the usual route. On Sunday I bought a normal ticket and went into the Barley. This day at the station, fortunately, the light was. Cool weather and sun a rare mood I’m not spoiled, and for dinner I hoped to return, but … mysterious and elusive rich does not happen.
When things ended, I slowly moved back. On the walkway leading to the station, from under every Bush peeking pig and Russula. This fall mushroom is really a lot! Looked up the schedule. Yay! After 20 minutes, my favorite train. Why love? It’s simple. Trains going to Fryazino, always stay in bolszewo on a separate platform, which to this day looks like in Soviet times: no fences, turnstiles, security guards. It – their own, native, and a house in the neighborhood. He left the train to Pushkin, and on the electronic scoreboard lit up: Moscow – Fryazino. My! Standing, staring around, waiting and dreaming about a bowl of soup… coming up the platform train to Monino, but in the schedule it is not! Yes and the scoreboard was not… And why didn’t I get in the train suddenly appeared? I don’t know. Finally, a little before the desired time my train. I go to the first wagon, little people, sit down, soon I’ll be home. But how wrong I was!
Outside of the car remains the station Mytishchi, next Podlipki, then my Bolshevo. In car go controllers, I calmly get a ticket, show pretty woman. Looking at my ticket, she suddenly asked:
– And you what station you’re going?”
– To bolszewo.
-This train goes to Sergiev Posad.
I precipitated…the Damn scoreboard! Sitting next to a citizen said gently,
In Mytishchi has announced that the next stop was Builder.
I was sitting in my dreams, where I could hear! Yes, sat opposite the woman in black for two seats, maybe three, and vigorously chewed. Apparently it is a thing loved. And I what was! “Cried” my soup…
I quickly calmed down, came to the station Builder. Podlipki side, you can walk to walk. Home a little further, but not terrible. With a light step approach the turnstile, read the ticket invalid. Approach the guard and tell the story of the electronic Board the train, bringing it to the scheme and show that the station near by. The cost of tickets the same, thank God not too far off from Mytishchi. However, the security guard to let me out not want. Why? I without a ticket? All my fault that got in the wrong train. And with whom this does not happen? Stood next to two lovely girls, too, not reached, only to Podlipec . Sat in Mytishchi, as they say, without looking. Two fellow, with the same person, that is to say, the guards demanded that students bought tickets on the way out. Sad… For what they are worth? Seeing the situation, think of all the “hares”.
Empty platform, the three of us, two guards, and even a young guy. He waited for the next train and tried to intervene. But …useless.
It is not about the money, at least I’m better at them chocolate bought. The pryntsip”! Someone ran off somewhere, somebody called somebody, and I photographed the station, turnstiles, security guards and thought I will write about our ordinary, sometimes nice, sometimes stupid life. You’re probably wondering, what happened? I think we bought tickets? Sheesh! As soon as came up the following train,the guy finally left, and I and two girlfriends ceremoniously passed through the turnstile, followed by the visiting passengers. The guards pretended not to see, or just realize that it is not right. But most likely, just didn’t want to get in the Internet fools, and I promised it.
I walked along the path towards Podlipec and dreamed about a bowl of soup …
Rarity to Moscow
Two fellow,with the same person,look away,suddenly someone finds out?
And I said, “Nonpositive”
