It was very a pity to look at these cars, there can be any more a first hour standing under the ruthless sun. By huge publicity
boards, in three languages promising gerkulesovskoe health to all who drinks the vitaminized goat milk "Golden Horih", by
any very strange shabby people who have slept directly in a grass, having enclosed under heads small knots, backpacks
and small suitcases, by the cars-yard keepers which have fallen asleep at a roadside, by the suntanned children lapping in
aryke. Some times it was overtaken by empty buses. It has passed under the poster stretched over road: "Mirza-Charle
welcomes the disciplined driver". The inscription has been made in English. It passed a blue box of the traffic controller, has
curtailed to the right and left on the Friendship prospectus - the main street Mirza-Charle.
The prospectus too was empty. Shops, cinemas, bars, cafe have been closed. Sesta, Jura has thought. On the prospectus it
has been intolerable hot. JUra has stopped at the automatic machine and has drunk a glass of hot orange juice. Having
lifted eyebrows, it has approached to the following automatic machine and has drunk a glass of hot soda water. Yes, he has
thought. Sesta. Well to get into a refrigerator.
The sun burnt down the prospectus - white, as if tightened by a fog. Shades was not. In the end of the prospectus, in hot a
smoke turned pink and the hotel bulk became blue. JUra has set out, feeling through shoes the heated sidewalk.
At first it went quickly, but quickly it was impossible to go - intercepted breath, and sweat slid on the person, leaving
shchekotnye paths.
The long narrow car with spread wide nadkryljami has driven to sidewalk. The driver in huge black glasses has opened a
door.
Listen, the friend, where here hotel? - And directly, in the end of the prospectus, - Jura has told.
The driver has looked, has nodded and has asked: - And you not there? - There, - with a sigh Jura has answered.
Sit down, - the driver has told.
JUra with pleasure has got into the car.