At night, I woke up suddenly and - which rarely happens to me - terribly wanted to smoke. It was the beginning of the fourth, and on the street there was absolutely no night, summer light. I went to the balcony and struck a match.

Pushkinskaya was virginly empty, and only along the dividing strip, rustling and embracing periodically, were two boys of a slight degree of intoxication. When they reached the intersection, they sat on the asphalt and made selfies, laughed, jumped up and moved on to the sidewalk where the pizza sign shook sadly.

- Look, the pizza is only forty hryvnia. This is calculated as nourishing, the forty-year-old - and ate for two. Are we taking? Well, do not drive, let's take.

Laughing and punching each other with their fists in their sides, they approached the door, jerked one, the other, and in perplexity froze.

- Closed, in bl *. How so, closed, the whole pizza for forty and such a bummer.

A garbage truck rang out powerfully and leisurely along the street.

- Come on, let's go, we cling to the running boards, let him drive us. Ran! - the boys rushed to the road from the silent gates of the pizzeria, but their feet braided, and the garbage truck was already ahead, dropping fatty smelly drops onto the asphalt.

"I understand," one of the boys froze, stopping at the divisional, and grabbed the shoulder of the second. - It's a sign. We do not need pizza, but beer. Go to look.

- What beer, right now on old yeast smears.

- Beer! Bright. Cold. M? Nuu! A? Chased to seek.

- Yes, everything is closed, what beer.

- Who goes by the signs, - the first has fallen down on all fours and as the favorite dog, gently and confidently, has stroked a white strip of a marking, - that always finds beer. Come, do not leave!.

The boys embraced and strode along the white dotted line, unsuccessfully trying to withstand a straight line.

The dawn got up, and my youth disappeared behind the houses along the dividing strip, at the end of which there was necessarily a steam of sweaty light. It's really a sign: if you can not buy pizza at half past four, then the universe wants you to drink beer.

Was it not so in your youth?.

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