А running tour
Then we have a running tour of the center of Prague.
- Here I lived! - We run past the entrance.
- And this is the cafe in which I took coffee every morning! - We run past the cafe, - only it was smaller, they made repairs here, and now it is called differently!
- This is the park, I walked here! We run through the park.
I really liked this place, because it’s calm and not noisy here,- we run past the little garden between the houses.
- And this is the cafe where I worked for these eight years - we run into the cafe. It is almost empty.
- I worked behind this bar! - He points to the surprised girl behind the bar, we run into the next room, - This is the music room, I also played here. Here before everything was a little different ... here was the stage, and here was another stand.
He opens the door to the office, a woman looks at him in amazement from there, this is an office.
-Exactly, the owner of the cafe has changed,- he recalls, slamming the door.
He opens the door to the kitchen. No one bothers him, neither the waiters nor the bartenders, but everyone is watching. Mariyan acts very purposefully. Purposefulness without a goal is his strongest trait.
“Where?” he begins indignantly in Czech.
- Mariyan! - I hear a joyful exclamation.
A black man comes to us. He smiles happily, shakes hands with Mariyan, me.
“This is a Russian, my friend,” says Mariyan.
We get to know each other. Mariyan says that we are in transit, that he is going to Germany to play. They wish us good luck, and we run out of the cafe. We run further. Marijan has a dentist friend in Prague. I need to take them phone. The running tour continues.
- Here I played on the street - we run through the square.
- I need a lady ... Kovarova, Ovcharova, Ozhirova, something like that, - Marian says to the girl at the counter.
– Markova? - specifies the girl.
“Yes, exactly,” he flashes a dazzling smile, and the girl involuntarily blossoms.
I have a very handsome friend. He is forgiven for selfishness, arrogance, incorrectness and rudeness. We all forgive beauty. If only it was with us. Not realizing that if it is not protected, if it is not forced to constantly confirm that it is a beauty, it will disappear. There will be an ugly boor.