A whole day yesterday I tried to buy a ticket from Pokrovsk (in Soviet Krasnoarmeysk) to Kiev on a wonderful fast train, departing at half past five in the morning. There were no tickets. Began to buy pieces, gradually approaching Kiev. First Pokrovsk-Znamenka Passenger, then bought a piece of Znamenka-im. Taras Shevchenko. And then, for the remaining 200 km, - neither the spouse nor the well. Well, I think, maybe I'll sit down on the train, I'll ask the boss, suddenly someone on the sleepers will not reach, and the place will be free for me. I get on the train - the conductor tells me and we have no tickets, moreover, you will have to change seats in Znamenka according to the ticket purchased.
Well, I think. Peresyadu, and then go out to them. Shevchenko and I'll go on the next, sort of like a big station. And the next, it turns out, in a hundred hours only will be. I think with my dodgy mind and then I remember about Blablakar. I look - there is a place from Cherkassy, ??and to Cherkassy, ??it turns out, it is necessary on usual taxi.
And then I'm in a wonderful way, already approaching them. Shevchenko, I fall into a dream and wake up when the grandmother who came to my place starts to wonder that she is busy. Stupid understand that I still have time to jump out of the train, but I do not have to pull out the camera and the phone from the train charge. The platform, meanwhile, starts to move and go under the feet of the train. And it makes me quite fine from the thought that the conductor, of course, will think that I deliberately turned to stay on the train, and I already imagine his arrogant op. Well, I think, as often as you want, but I will not give you bribes, but I will pay a fine.
It must be said that I am always and always assured that Ukrainian life without bribes is simply unthinkable, and I always object because I have never had to give this bribe anywhere, moreover, no one has ever asked for it from me - well, Maybe it's me in the wrong places I'm just.
Well, I watch how much will be fine - not for the faint-hearted, a tenfold ticket price, one and a half thousand grivnas (three and a half thousand rubles). A slept blablakar together with a taxi pulled the hryvnia for five hundred.
Okay, I'm going to pour a cup of coffee into the buffet, then a guide appears - and immediately to me. Well, I think it starts. And forward it at once I say - excuse me, forgive me for Christ's sake, I did not deliberately, I slept, chesslovo, here is my grandmother, who in my place, ask.
Well, he is so polite, but he strongly suggests that I go to the vestibule.
"I will gladly pay a fine with great pleasure," I inform him and I wait for rudeness and financial hints to begin..
But he instead of extortion tells me in a quiet and polite voice that I deceived him, and that lying badly.
- Yes, no, I already already blablakar from Cherkassy ordered - well, I also feel hurt, almost to tears, and so that he is assured of my honesty, again I offer to pay this insane penalty.
"No," he says.. - No need to pay anything.
- Why is it not necessary? - I ask, dejectedly realizing that trade will start now, and I will be offered to join the ranks of bribe-takers.
"Because," he says.. - BECAUSE I AM A PERSON AND ALL UNDERSTAND.
Smiles and leaves.
Here I stand in the tambour and write this post.
Soon, Kiev.
How would I thank him for writing, but I'm afraid his superiors will not understand.
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