The extra car In the train, which I…

Extra car In the train, where every day I go to the station Green Bor, always ten cars But he was the eleventh I got into it by accident, by his own gullibility At the Yaroslavl station jumped the wrong train: our goes through Bolshevo to Fryazino or Fryazino, but this was to Fryazevo the Difference seems insignificant, right? That is just one letter at the end But all who drive on Yaroslavka, you know, what are the similarities between them: one village, another town, and located on different branches So that a train at these stations different ride Pausing at work, I was late to the seven-fifteen at the station had to run Pushing the people coming out of the subway, shoving an elbow other people’s backs and sides, I flew past the light Board and did not notice that the schedule changed a man into the vestibule of the train standing on the platform, laughing about something with his friends and, most of all, I didn’t catch when I gasped it on the run: — Fryazino is? The man nodded and turned away, continuing to laugh And I… When head coach, at the same time change the arrow, basement already to Mytischi, the driver announced that the train is to Fryazevo I woke up from the slumber, constantly plaguing me to transport — Fryazevo? He said Fraze-in?! I fellow travellers — Well, Yes! — responded to intelligent lady in a track suit with an Arsenal of gardening tools in his arms Pulling his shoulder, she glanced disapprovingly at me, I jumped in my seat and began to Wade, muttering apologies through her Arsenal: rake, shovel, bucket… Shy intelligent curses rained down on my back — Sorry, sorry — as usual, I repeated, squeezing through the crowded carriage to exit the Train stood; those who wanted to go out at Mytishchi, already left the car On my way were those who, on the contrary, going to the car to get in And this, I tell you, not fun I got out on the platform with feet compres-Sion and a new bruise near the right rib And fixed his gaze through the open doors of the train Fryazino! She stood on the opposite side, the third way And was preparing to depart, I rushed forward with bowed head as the desperate American Rugby player, and at the last second flew in already closed gray doors of a train “still lucky!” — I thought — In Fryazino? — to be sure, I a guy, who was looking back, pulled into the hallway — Yes, — he said and opened the door to my right, crossed the swinging platforms coupling to the next carriage There were so many people that the glass fogged up from the human breath I looked to the left: in the next car was much freer After the guy came out three more: a red-faced burly woman with a boy about twelve old why would these people leave the free space and go to push in a crowded train? Noticing this oddity, I did not particularly Little? Maybe they go into the last car before his stop? Then, getting off the train, to shorten the path to the exit I so often do when in a hurry I went to the car, where passengers had less there was so little that no one even stood in the Evening it is a rarity And in the middle of the car to find a free place to sit down Rejoicing in his luck, I sat near the window next to the two engrossed in conversation with women and man in a hunting jacket camouflage colors Man slept, his head on arms folded in school on the old, abalakovskaya tightly stuffed backpack He was holding it on his knees From his backpack, sticking the handle of a folding spinning — Exhausted fisherman! I said, nodding to women sitting opposite When I’m in a good mood, I always talk to fellow travelers Said and smiled, I was good-natured and polite But the woman broke off, looked at each other and looked at me like I stabbed them tickled One suddenly turned pale and, seizing his friend by the arm, dragged her to the exit Friend, clearly not understanding, ran after her, continuing to chatter on the go Chodacki I sat down opposite the man and stared out the window Antinoise shields in grey colors, Railways, gray poles, houses and dachas, fences and shelterbelts, hills, and swamps, moving and orchards — a typical suburban landscape, monotonous flickering before the eyes, soon overcame me and I back with his head against the glass, shivered and asleep I had a dream the is the Same, which is called “white noise” In the room of his grandfather many years ago stood an old TV “Photon” In fact, he had served as a cradle for a new South Korean TV But I remember once my friend and out of curiosity turned on an antediluvian monster in the socket Wanted to check if it works? Monster worked In a loosening of the socket plug of the antenna is not kept, and the monster stunned us hissing unearthly roar That’s the and had me now the Train that jumped into the impenetrable darkness of some tunnels, then, jumping out, flying past familiar suburban community, there were Windows for her inexplicable strangers to the skies of alien planets, and then disappeared all the Space snaked and jumped up and down stripes, like a picture in an old-fashioned TV And all this was accompanied by deafening white noise as If someone was flipping through channels Or maybe these tunnels in space? — Here, right — I heard a voice, and this phrase I’m afraid not like I jerked and woke up In the wagon train reigned pitch darkness But a moment later, the lamp under the ceiling of the car flickered and lit up, as if nothing had happened the First thing that caught my eye — the pale guy’s face in two rows in front of me He sat and smiled — What station? — blinking and shivering with sleep, I asked him, he looked me straight in the eye the Guy doesn’t respond to Train with the drone flew into a dark tunnel and the lights went out again When he had come back in a couple of seconds the guy’s mouth was already on a par closer to me, taking Advantage of the darkness, jumped over the back of the benches But he was sitting still motionless, quietly Stretching his lips in a frozen icy smile of a dead man And next to him appeared two more Train pierced the night, alternating bands of light and dark, tunnels and landscapes the roar and silence And these strange companions on the contrary was already five And they looked at me Not moving Not moving Silently With pasted smiles on the faces rubber gray Dark and light in the car flashed as the stripes on the screen of the old TV But when the lamps were lit, I could see every detail clearly, Even then, as the gleaming saliva to wet sharp teeth ajar pomoynitskiy smiles should have extinguished the light, and fear choked me the Damn tunnels! Just… Stop! And where do they all come from?! Because our branch is not a single tunnel was not every day I go, don’t I know? Realizing this, I was in a cold sweat Wanted to escape, but under the eyes of the strange companions I didn’t dare to move But maybe I was dreaming and everything you see now — a banal nightmare? Pathetic, cowardly little thought I was with toothy dead alone: the other passengers, sensing something was wrong, long ago left the car was still a fisherman, but he slumbered peacefully on his backpack And I was awake it Seems… And I think that their smile are hypnotic, roots me, depriving the will to resist In the ears buzzing, the Blood pounding in his temples with eyes like glue poured Head heavy and some muddy bloody shroud wreathed around the wagon — I can’t see can’t hear Heart beats And the wheels of the train And the darkness… the Last effort I raised my head and suddenly noticed that the car doors are open, someone standing there in the doorway, and waves — Hey, man! Come on! — I heard as if from afar, the Mist in my eyes melted I Now saw clearly that the open door is a man in the form of a railroad Controller? — Run! Go here! he shouted again and waved back, Quickly! His loud angry voice broke my daze, I jerked and happy: arms and legs again I obeyed Leaning forward, I poked the sleeping fisherman at the back of the neck, shook the shoulder: — Hey, man! Wake Up Wake Up! Sleep something resentfully muttered, and pulling the shoulder, threw my hand — Wake up! Get up we must Go! — I yelled in a sleepy, wrinkled, angry face that Even a stranger I didn’t feel like leaving teeth out of the dead with their hypnotic smiles — Edrene-loaf, fucking barnyard! Che attached, asshole?! The fisherman woke up, but first did the aggression He pushed me away with a cry: — fuck you to hell! — and shoved under my nose with his fist tattooed thumb blue anchor — You know who I am? Sanya widths all Ivanteevka knows touch even bones do not collect, understand?! The train rattled In the frame shook and the Windows rattled In his ears once again hit a wave of noise — the train was involved in another tunnel — Run here! Drop it! Hurry! — yelled from the door guy in a train form, Smiling dead was very close, I left unhappy Sanya Width and he ran Railroad-the Comptroller held the sliding door, I popped out, they imploded with a Bang behind me the Last thing I saw for a moment before the train leapt into the darkness, it was the amazed face of the fisherman and narrow tall figure, leaning over him, One of the dead were taken away and thrown into the side of his backpack, and then sunk his teeth into bristly Adam’s Apple, the Other grabbed the shoulder, the third in a still-raised fist with tattoos Hissing of the dead, a strange hum emanating from them, and the ringing clatter of teeth drowned out the roar of a train in the tunnel, I involuntarily closed his eyes And when he opened his eyes — it’s all over now I was standing in a dimly lit vestibule Right in front of me were the doors of the car Only it was a different car Through glass doors I can see the inside is full of people, and some passengers are just meant to go out, make their way down the aisle to the doors with the Windows halfway ran out of the darkness the lights of the lights of the approaching station, Exhaling, I looked back: guy-checker stood Noticing my glance, he off his uniform cap, wiped his sweaty brow and said: ‘Yes, That’s how I get to them — To whom? — I did not understand — Who is this? You the police caused? — Yes what there the police? Extra car it was a Trap What are they and where are — have no idea of Clinging to our trains in the Evening… usually get Stuck here in the middle of our cars And who gape… go to Sleep, or is it folly to eat, Then leave — Nonsense Game of some sort, said I Do the nightmare continues? I just saw with my own eyes… Maybe I was just imagining what you saw? I asleep And this moron, quite possibly, me — So — I said — And Say how you think it can’t possibly get caught? If they are… flying phantoms? I asked, still smiling I Felt bad As in the Junior class of the school just waiting for someone the stand, snort, and everyone will laugh And tease me for trusting, pointing fingers And hit the shoulder with all his strength Proving that such a “science” — I’m in favor of This also, I suppose, “saviors” stuffed Nimble hell, one can see In particular I hated the straight face of the controller — See — flexing in the hands of his cap, he said, all just When in the train, sit down, and count the carriages In our trains is always an even number of cars because of the extra technology necessary When hooking it — is odd — the Nonsense, — I was angry, People got out of the car and accumulated in the vestibule, creating a flea market I shoved with their elbows on both sides of the Train slowed down in front of the station I looked at my watch: ten-fifteen Then, my schedule at this time is always Fryazino — you Know what? I said the controller didn’t drink, daddy If not a binge, Though of course you then still do? Ride all day… “well,” said the inspector, pooping his cap back on his bumpy forehead — In any profession your secrets I have on a piece of work And I can say for sure: extra cars-the traps are… the Train jerked and stood up the Doors opened I saw ahead the lights of the station, the alley lights on the platform can smell the kebab from the station bar & grill And flashing electric capital… XENO over the building of a station And laughed: I’m at home at the End of the adventure! Stepped on the platform People in the vestibule continued to stand for some reason no One came after me — And there are traps-station… And the extra passengers, said controller, twisting his face into a strange sympathy for me, the train Doors slammed shut, and the train, humming, and picking up speed, rushed to the night When he left, the inscription in large fluorescent letters on the station building from the opposite side opened fully: PRASINO something I do not remember such a station on our line Is still sat in his train? I looked around and only then saw…


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