Once, during last year's trip to Lviv, my American friend, Grisha, decided not to use a rented car, but to go to Zhovkva by bus. At me this idea somehow at once has not caused special enthusiasm. Firstly, Grisha is a religious man, he is always in a bale, he keeps the Sabbath, he is on a kashrut and t. Agree, the very presence of such a character in a suburban Lviv bus is not entirely organic, and secondly, go know when Zolkva will return flights, and we will not be stuck there, on the very edge of life.

In general, I did not argue, we sat down at the end near the synagogue on the street. Coal, settled in the very end of the cabin and drove off. In the course of the whole journey to the last point, several times in the front doors of the bus came beggars of a semi-gypsy type, who slowly, something kaknyuchya about "son and husband in ATO", made their way to the end of the cabin and went out to the rear doors at the next stop. Not recollecting the theatrical education and the basics of acting, it was clear that these "victims" were ordinary "professional beggars", and none of the small passengers reacted to them in any way, and some kind of aunt even muttered something evil.

One Grisha, whenever beggars came to us, took out a purse and gave alms. I twisted it, made faces, gave signs, so that he would stop these sessions of generosity and generosity, but all in vain.

And when we had already left in Zhovkva, I tried to explain to him that it was just "ryadzhennye" and all their stories - clean water, nonsense, that they had such a job and that. Grisha smiled and replied: "It's not them. The fact is that when there, He will ask me - I gave you strong brains and the opportunity to earn money, well, tell me, where are you doing them? - and that I will answer ".

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