What was I saying, brother?

What was I saying, brother?

Alexandr Piatkov



On a beautiful sunny day, after yesterday's rain, everything shone with freshness

and purity. Even the iron teeth of the old women at the flea market, which

usually just added to their gloomy faces, today seemed like a simple tribute to

the technocratic revolution of the last century—a revolution that left the new

century a heritage of past artifacts scattered all over the pavement.


The path to the minibus stop heading toward the State District Power Plant

symbolically passed right through this market. In the morning, there is usually

no time to examine the earth's bounties. But on Friday, after work, being in a

relaxed state of mind, one can occasionally cast a careless glance at the

witnesses of the greatest geopolitical catastrophe and its physical evidence.


People back then certainly knew how to reward themselves for selfless labor! A

crystal decanter with a chromed rim and a brood of matching shot glasses around

it. Back then, of course, there was nothing to pour into this magnificence, but

now we can fill this vessel of meanings with tequila, whiskey, or Napoleon

cognac!


No sooner thought than done. As the saying goes, if I have decided on something,

I will definitely have a drink. And our vodka—almost homegrown, courtesy of the

Customs Union—went down from those crystal glasses no worse than any foreign

liquor! A beneficial and highly curative product, it takes the blood pressure

away as if by magic.


When a miracle of levitation happens to the mortal body, you feel a strong desire

to generously share your discoveries with loved ones, with comrades, to speak out

on a forum, to log in, and express the feelings overflowing your soul with

absolute directness.


To tell the truth, people have changed, and by no means for the better. People

have become rude, and their hints are coarse, even tactless. They do not respect

the elderly; they ridicule them and insult their finest feelings. How, pray tell,

can anyone endure this?


No, here crystal, even with a steel rim, completely fails to match the atmosphere

of our forums. Something more weighty is required here, something with defined

facets, so to speak, to tighten things up like an adjustable wrench. In short,

our traditional, world-famous faceted glass with its three-hundred-year history

will fit perfectly. Only with its help can one measure out a dose of absolute

insight, and actually... well, anyway, what was I saying, brother?





© Copyright: Alexandr Piatkov, 2015
Certificate of publication No. 215062701585
English translation by AI Translator Version 4.0