In the compartment. Full version

– Stasyan, crawl out from under the blanket, the situation is improving, – Peter addressed his friend.

– That doesn't mean anything. I am ready to participate only in the plan to SIP! – said Nastya, choosing a place for landing from the upper deck chair.

Peter instantly changed his face:

– SIP? My girl, why do you keep telling all our secrets like that?..

Nastya, without hesitation, threw a pillow at his head to Peter, he fell down on the lounger next to Stas.

– Vulgar! – she explained her actions.

Elegantly descended, Nastya turned to Nazar:

–I'll sit next to you?

– Please, Yes, please – said a new passenger.

Nastya sat down next to Nazar, pouring wine into glasses.

"Let's have a little," he suggested, setting the bottle aside.

The clink of glasses rang in the compartment. The first estimated Peter:

– Not bad, not bad at all.

– Well went, – supported Stas.

Nastya stretched pleasure.

– I've never tried anything like it. Where did you get this work of art? she said, turning to Nazar.

The answer was slightly unexpected:

"It's a gift, I don't know where it's sold or sold. I think it was a private collection.

Peter, rethinking what he had heard, took a fresh look at the remains in the glass:

Wow and you have not regretted this exclusive random passengers?

– Random? No, I'm inclined to believe that coincidences in life does not happen, – said Nazar.

– Sensible! – biting, put his contribution Stas.

Nastya was curious:

– Why did you get such a rare souvenir?

– And who? Peter added.

Nazar appreciated the interest and, smiling, replied:

I'll tell you.

The companions rubbed their hands in anticipation.

– But first on the second! Peter cried out ahead of the story.

Nastya sighed, looking disapprovingly at Peter. Nazar pour into second and began his story:

"Yes, it's a matter of chance. I was in the right place at the right time. I went to Krasnodar on other business, and common interests led to an interesting acquaintance. A Georgian, who speaks excellent Russian, invited me to celebrate his birthday. He has lived for many years in Krasnodar, relatives send him all sorts of Goodies from the Motherland, of course, wine too.

He has a big family, a wife of six children, a house full of guests. They like to walk in a large group, this is not a Russian sabatucci.

– Yes, heard, bumped into the story of Stas, twisting in the hands of his still almost full glass.

– Don't interrupt, I wonder! – Nastya was indignant, looking at Stas.

Nazar continued:

– The situation turned out quite banal. While the guests were distracted by the parents, one of their children fell from the roof.

Anastasia gasped, and Peter calmly poured himself wine, ready to toast to peace.

Spoiled, all excited, running in front of the guests to each other to show off… here>. Daughter the younger climbed onto the roof at Sanam and slid to the edge of the slippery tile. I just caught her in time. The benefit of time! the narrator finished.

Peter's toast fell. He just said, a little disappointed, shaking the wine like a taster.:

– As they say, there would be no happiness, but misfortune helped!

– That's really true what they say, at seven nurses the child without an eye – responded Anastasia.

Peter did not miss the reason for the disturbance and oppression of the brotherly people:

This is for the child's rescue only one bottle given? Whoo… goons!

Nazar modestly smiled answering:

– Actually, they gave me five bottles.

Peter again not flustered:

Oh, yeah? Well, then you're a goon! Where are the others? And we're, you know, save, tormented himself unheard of claims are made to suffer…

While the people were distracted by the improvised clowning, Peter again took the bottle to his hands and poured himself another one as a matter of course.

Nastya could not keep silent:

"You are our sufferer, Martyr. That's what I see, under the guise of fourth pour, tormented the whole.