In the compartment. Full version. Nikolay Lakutin

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.

      Nazar, assessing the situation, took out a second bottle from his bag, which pleased Peter to clap his hands. The crowd-entertainer was justified:

      – Company… I take it back! At least until the second one is over!

      Nastya again protested the simplicity of Peter:

      – Hey, don't be cheeky, huh? He's the one who saved the baby, not you, why are you settling in to someone else's glory? You perepalo-rejoice that you have, – having turned to Nazar, and having softened a voice, the girl said, – by the way, thank you, Nazar, here Petya for anything wouldn't share such gift.

      What makes you think that? For something maybe I would share! – making sycophant face and gestures showing insinuations of a sexual nature, addressing them to Nastya, said Peter.

      Nastya thought for a while, then answered the Joker:

      – You know, I think you'd give a lot for this case. Animal nature in you a lot too, Peter.

      I'm almost a Saint! You shouldn't be talking to me, I'm just a fun person! – drinking another glass justified Peter the merry.

      "Yeah," Nastya said incredulously.

      The evening closed the border with the night. In the train, almost everyone was asleep.

      – So. The fun is dragging on, let's wrap it up for today! the girl suggested.

      Good sense of humor once again issued a counterattack, turning to Stas, nodding to Cindy:

      – Smell danger!

      But the joke wasn't appreciated. Nastya turned back to Nazar, and said uncertainly:

      – Nazar, can I ask an indiscreet question?

      Peter nodded stasu:

      – Company… rushed. Sit down, Stasyan comfortably, now let's see what you've been waiting for…

      "Ask," Nazar suggested with interest.

      Peter's eyes were shining, and he longed to hear something that could be sung on other trips. He sat back, ready to listen and watch.

      – You wouldn't want to come… – Nastya began.

      Peter even stuck out his tongue, rubbing his hands, fidgeting on the spot.

      – Switch places? I just don't feel comfortable on the top shelf. If I may.

      – Ugh! – clicked the angry drunk with the observer.

      No problem. Get over here and I'll go upstairs, " Nazar replied.

      And yet the local jester found something to say:

      – Clear, top-it always will be better!

      For which he was awarded another pillow in the forehead from Nastya.

      By mutual agreement, the passengers exchanged seats, threw the bed linen and clothes, settled down and in new places took in the arms of the night…

      ***

      Morning. The second day passengers of the train "Adler-Novokuznetsk" met the usual knock of the wheels.

      Nazar woke up on the top shelf, stared at the ceiling, felt not the best way after yesterday's wine. He raised himself on his elbow and looked down.

      – How healthy are you sleeping, brother – came a yawning voice of Peter.

      – Oh, Sam-five minutes ago, pulled myself together, and then, if I hadn't helped, Napping, and would be until the evening – he heard a female voice.

      Propped on her elbow, Nazar saw a girl who belonged to the last sentence, and before he could recover, he immediately received from her a sparkling and yet peaceful, but expressive hi.