- My name is Sasha. I'm from Novosibirsk. I want to tell you that in our lives means a lot of skill to stand out .

- I do not understand ...

- "Meet on clothes and escorted to the mind" - seen very correct! We are confronted daily with a huge number of people: on the street, at the institute, on the job. All these people appreciate us. So if a person is well dressed, in addition, not stupid, they will win their sympathy.

- But "perfect dressed" - it does not mean that he was dressed in a "firm."

- This is for you "does not mean." For people who are over thirty. Young people, in most cases "meet" on the company's clothes, and only escorts in knowledge in several areas.

- Sasha, this is perhaps an indiscreet question, but where do you get money for "firm"?

- You know, money can give parents. Once sold the tape. My older brother, I had still sometimes take, it works. But I worked last summer and gave the money he took.

- And other work?

- Somehow I was not interested.

I'll bet on anything: none of the readers will not be able to answer the question: "Can you live on the ascus?"

Wrote, "no" - and he saw, as if standing in front of me, leaning against the wall, in a long, ankle-length coat, broad, the eyes, the cool hat named Garik Price and condescending smile: "You can ... "And I saw a girl flits between the passers-by, and heard my question, casts a sympathetic eye and, without answering, disappears into the crowd.

We are adults. Where, tell us know what other nonsensical issues present us with this tribe, often for us so far, so strange? What else will make answer?

We write the word "ASC" as befits his writing - in Latin letters: «ask». Now this word, even for a man whose knowledge of English is limited to the school course, make sense. «Ask» - ask, ask, ask.

When once late at night in a long underground passage, I ran nose to nose with the company, the first could not understand what is happening around? Or removed the movies? Or when something sociologists have decided to investigate?

- One moment, comrade! - The guy in the brand new, brand-new jeans ran across the path of the traveler. - You know what's going on there (he calls a distant overseas country)? There, every day children are dying of hunger! We must help them, comrade!

- Wait a minute, please! - Blocks the path of well-dressed woman, perhaps returning from the theater of an elderly couple. - You all right, and we, too, but there hungry children! I beg you, help me!

- Did you read today's newspapers? - A guy in a long ankle-length coat and wide-brimmed hat seriously, even with some of this pain in the eyes of two girls asked: - Do you know what's going on? You can have a little help? A piece of bread for a child or a liter of blood for the wounded. A lot of money do not! It's not about money! The point is you!

I stood there, stunned by this picture, feverishly recalling what happened in that far away land, and when the guy in front of me stopped and looked straight into his eyes, smiling affably, quickly began talking about his friend in need, his parents-in accelerators patients, the human duty.

What would you, dear reader, have done in my place? It is not threatening - smile, do not require - ask not for myself, after all! Of course, this is unusual because, in the underpass, for no apparent reason, but you never know what happens in life.

And I reached into my pocket, but then this guy (in the form of seventeen years) suddenly did something quite unexpected in this situation. He giggled like a child, tried again to become a serious - did not work - and, almost without stifling laughter - like a bad joke teller, who had the audience starts to laugh, - began to be apparent absurdity: the eruption of the volcano, burning lava, the mountain ash.

And I said the first thing that came to mind:

- But you look at the clock! Shops, we have all closed! The guy otsmeyavshis said confidently, as to his

- A porter in a restaurant? Do not you know? It's easy! No problem ... Hour of work - and the bottle.

And then, I confess, I sighed with relief.

Guys - they, as I recall, there were five or six - were now all together, a bunch, shifting from foot to foot, fun, like fifth-graders at the break, were pushing each other. Only the girl in the distance of about seventeen, "worked" (another word now and not pick) to a middle-aged, dowdy.

I do not go away. He stood and looked at them. Perhaps even now through the smiles on their faces shining, tread, film-like, cold grin of a young cynic. Not at all! Smile a smile, a person as a person, words as words.

Quietly, without greed, as a person who is not important amount counted Garik (the one in a long coat to the heels) evening return. And when she finally "work out" his own, threw him, still short of twenty cents, and he substituted his hand, still has not caught the coin, no one rushed her to lift, but on the contrary - one of the guys otfutbolil it direction.

Carefully look at the guys, I thought, maybe I will note a sudden repentance? Well, at least some sense of inner discomfort, it's so easy - and even at what! - You can fool a dozen adults. No, there was no awkwardness. Even the fear that someone from the passers-by to come back and ask severely, by what means such an organization going, it was not in sight. I am a bystander, was standing next to them ten minutes - fifteen. They are well aware that I have seen and understood. But this did not mean anything! They were not shy with me, nor - almost certain - anyone who would stand in my place.

Finally, the entire company (and I'm with her) went upstairs to the street. It was blowing chilly wind, the lights went out in their homes. Garik gently pushed the door to the restaurant at the hotel guy in a sweater. They stood still, talking about some nonsense: somewhere vystu Paet, a popular band, someone's father had brought from abroad, "the firm", which will soon be summer, "motanut" on the south to get warm. The girl asked what time, and ran eight machine to call her mother. Someone suddenly remembered that, if tomorrow does not hand over credit - will remain without a scholarship.

I do not know who these guys - specifically, each of them (not really a portion to the time it was for the questioning). But they are, so to speak, the total face was familiar and recognizable. Exactly the same company can be found in the center of many of our cities, and I am sure that you, the reader, not once stopped the surprised look on the flock extravagant, with a touch of some "hippizma" dressed boys and girls, milling crowd in the middle of the evening, but in the long-term the crowd not only from adults but also from their peers - students, children from the vocational school, walking or wandering idly. Even scientists have noticed them, and in one study I read about "stritovyh", "pivot", "hipah", ie, about them, other than the usual guys from the "gates" that lack of communication in the old pavilion in the middle of the yard so popular songs on the landing, which is sufficient for the assertions of his personality street tolkovisch but alas, two bottles of "tangle-legs," drunk on the stage of a single cup or a cigarette with a "grass."

"Central," as I had noticed, fond of such music as "bits", "rock", attached great importance to the fashionable clothing, becoming easy prey for black marketeers and speculators themselves, or from time to time included in the circle of black marketeers and speculators who knew a little of everything and tried to keep up with the most modern, whether it be yoga or karate, but their main actions consist in the absence of actions. And when they saw one such company in the square, we can come to the same six months and see the same faces, same poses, same lazy walk on the same patch. Acquainted with them and talking, I knew that, "work out" their own, these guys are going home - to prosperous parents and bookshelves.

The company has been in the underground passage, and this is not so. For the innocent children Trepov was very real action - Speculation on compassion and responsiveness of the people. For them, it became possible to do what you can not do. And not by some fixed laws can not be on paper (though the laws, perhaps, for this there), and the most elementary human, which is not allowed to dance at parting with a loved one, do not beat an old man or child. This is blasphemy of those over which you can not curse, a joke, standing outside of the jokes.

After a while I had to do a story. My parents could not cope with her son, their last hope - a letter to the editor: "I do not know what's going on with Sergei, but there is something terrible. Do not quit the school and the son drops out of school. It appears a strange company. He went on to say that, and learn, and work boring. You just have to live and have fun, etc. The first time away from home in the winter, which hung for a week - do not know, but when I got home, I did not recognize him: some jeans with a flower on the left knee, an incredible jacket pereshito of the soldier's overcoat . "Where were you?" - Does not respond. The school refused to go. We scolded him well, and he disappeared again. Now it was not for a month. We stated to the police ... "- and so on and so forth. A long, cheerless story.

I met with Sergei. We talked with him for a long time, a few hours, and when I asked him what was most interesting in his life "outside the home," Sergei said: "Work on the ascus."

- Wait a minute, wait a minute. Explain it in Russian, as you can "work on the ascus?"

And Sergei, slowly, trying to choose his words more precisely explained, you have to be sociable and do not be shy, this "ascetic" (a term Sergei) should look like a beggar, because "today - he smiled - a poor wagon - an anachronism that is only valid on the nerves of the ancient old women ", for good" ASKA "need a set of various disasters, both their own and others'. "But, - added Sergei - complicate matters fires, floods, earthquakes, as I am now convinced it is not necessary. Come, smile, apologize, say that you are a student, lost money, etc. It works. " Finally, Sergei said, it is necessary to "beat on the pity. Only for pity. "

And once again I clearly remember that night and the company in the underpass. I do not know exactly how many were children. In the end it does not matter. Enough of a single one, and Garik Sergei, became restless to live.

The other day at the airport I was approached by a guy, and seven times apologized, said that he had stolen the money, no friends, and so on. And in this simple situation, and decide if there is nothing: take out the ruble and let not obedneesh - I suddenly began to doubt. That is to me a man, whom he claims to be? Not a friend Garik, not whether the mother's brother Sergei? I do not sacrifice the next game? And the only thing that inherent in the person of its very nature - almost childlike belief 8 that the misfortune did not cheat - help me convince myself that this guy really got in trouble. Do not believe will make a next time, I do not know. That is what is just the most offensive. That hit the patient himself - for pity, for the trust.

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