×àðëüç Áóêîâñêè
íå çàãîðàæèâàé
ëîøàäåé çàãîíÿëè â âîðîòà è ÿ
ñïåøèë ñäåëàòü ñòàâêó à äâîå
ìóæ÷èí áûëè â î÷åðåäè âïåðåäè ìåíÿ.
ïåðâûé, ïðèëè÷íî îäåòûé ïàðåíü, âèäèìî
ïðèñëîíèëñÿ ê îêíó è çàäðåìàë.
"ÃÎÑÏÎÄÈ ÈÈÑÓÑÅ!" - êðèêíóë ÿ - "ÑÏÈ ÄÎÌÀ!"
"ÃËßÍÜ ÍÀ ÍÅÃÎ!" - ñêàçàë ÿ ìóæ÷èíå ïåðåäî
ìíîé - "ÎÍ ÏÛÒÀÅÒÑß ÏÎÄÖÅÏÈÒÜ ÁÈËÅÒÛ ÎÄÍÎÉ ÐÓÊÎÉ!"
"äà, îí î÷åíü ìåäëèòåëüíûé" - ñêàçàë ìóæèê
ïåðåäî ìíîé.
"ÍÅÌÀËÎ ÏÎÂÈÄÀË ß ÄÐÎ×ÈË ÍÀ ÑÂÎ¨Ì ÂÅÊÓ" - ñêàçàë ÿ ãðîìêî -
"ÍÎ ÝÒÎÒ ÌÀËÛÉ ÎÁÑÒÀÂÈÒ ÈÕ ÂÑÅÕ!"
÷åëîâåê ó îêíà ìåäëåííî âçÿë áèëåòû,
ïîâåðíóëñÿ è ñêàçàë ìíå: "ïðèÿòåëü, ó ìåíÿ
òîëüêî îäíà ðóêà."
"ïðîñòèòå, ñýð" - ñêàçàë ÿ. ïîòîì ñïîõâàòèâøèñü
ñêàçàë: "ïîñëóøàéòå, åñëè ó âàñ ëèøü
îäíà ðóêà âàì íóæíî äåëàòü ñòàâêè
çàðàíåå!"
îí óø¸ë è òóò ïðîçâåíåë çâîíîê.
ïîòîì ëîøàäåé âûãíàëè èç âîðîò è ïîòîìó íè÷åãî íå
îñòàâàëîñü êàê âåðíóòüñÿ â áàð.
from: "The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps"
10.11.19
shut out
they were putting the horses in the gate and I
was rushing to get my bet down and there were two
men ahead of me in the line.
the first, a well-dressed fellow, seemed to be
leaning up against the window and dozing.
“JESUS CHRIST,” I yelled “SLEEP AT HOME!”
“LOOK AT HIM,” I said to the man in front of
me, “HE’S TRYING TO PICK UP HIS TICKETS WITH ONE HAND!”
“yes, he’s very slow,” said the man in front
of me.
“I’VE SEEN SOME JERK-OFFS IN MY DAY!” I said loudly,
“BUT THIS BABY BEATS THEM ALL!”
the man at the window slowly picked up his tickets,
turned around and said to me, “buddy, I’ve only
got one arm.”
“sorry, sir,” I said. then as an afterthought
I said, “listen, if you’ve
only got one arm you ought to make your bets way
ahead of time!”
he walked off and the bell rang
sending them out of the gate and there was
nothing to do then but go back to the bar.