That evening we moored to the pier around ten in the evening. Another boat, Foros, approached us, on which my classmate Sergei was a sailor. When our captain...

I am sitting with my hands on the gunwale on a bench on the right wing of the navigation bridge of the passenger boat “Mukhalatka” and looking at the slowly ...

Kitchen in the country. The furnishings are poor: old furniture was brought here from a city apartment. In the rear wall there is a door and window to the ga...

At the exit from the Mosfilm film studio, I ran into a familiar cameraman Lekha. A couple of years ago, he and I worked on the same TV series. He was driving...

Gena Semerkin was a late child; his mother gave birth to him when she was well over thirty. Like most late children, he was very slow and, according to the c...

The violin is playing. The rollicking melody merges with the tramp of passers-by. BEGGAR (with drunken swagger). Gentlemen and citizens! Brothers and sisters...