AGAIN (former) Soviet Union (continued, ch.10), "Let's go there, you can take a taxi" - "I said. But Marina has refused, citing fatigue and a desire to quickly get to the hotel. She even offered me to go there alone. After a 20-minute pleas and entreaties she still agreed to join me. We paid the bill, came up with the restaurant and took a taxi. Complex "Bartholomew" was really an amazing place, besides the large number of visitors, according to my will accept, inspired hope for a good course of the evening. Here we are faced with only one serious problem, how to choose a restaurant from a variety of options. I decided to sit in "Revolutionary Restaurant & Bar, which was located high on a hill. View of the city and the Dnieper from here was fantastic. I drank a couple beers, then a little vodka, and Marina drank Coca-Cola. " Drunkenness - Shaped disgusting! We have started a stupid argument about the Second World War. I said that England won the war alone, and Marina insisted that the main contribution to the victory over the Nazis brought Russia. After 20 minutes of this stupid conversation I felt dizzy and started vomiting. Fortunately, the toilet was not far away, I vomited, I felt awful. I had to sit on the toilet for some time to try to recover. When I returned, I saw that Marina captivity for another table, not very far from that at which we were seated first. At the same time she took it all with our drinks and appliances. I no longer feel sick, but I could not figure out what the cause of this her act. Complex "Bartolomeo" I sat next to her, but she did not even look at me. I asked, perhaps, comes through here, or that the place was too close to the kitchen. "What do you mean?" - Said Marina question with a question. I reciprocated: "And what do you think of what I'm saying?". Then she said, "I do not want you to get drunk." She was very angry and not talking to me. After 20 minutes of absolute silence, I began to sweat and I became very hot. I went to the bathroom, urinated, then bent over the sink and turned on the water, ignoring the surprised glances. I had to sober up and fix the situation for the better. After 10 minutes I returned to the hall and with even more surprised to find that Marina once again changed the table, this time she settled down closer to the bar. What is the hell? What game is Marina? As my mind slowly cleared, I sat down near the marina and apologized for my stupid words about the war and said he agrees that we beat the Germans together. Marina slightly thawed, and we kissed. I quoted a Marine hero television series "Fawlty Towers", which said "Do not mention the war", after which Marina smiled. Then I told her that in the corner there is a table where she sat still either. At these words her face took on the form puzzled, she asked: "Are you still drunk?". "Marina" - I said, 'Well, you know, how I love you, but tell me, what the hell are you constantly switching from one table to another? ". "It is a revolving restaurant, Chris!" "What?" - I asked. "This restaurant rotates, and I will not turn over!" And then it dawned on me: "Yes, indeed, but then you could tell me about it!" Hearing these words, Marina started laughing out loud. Its fun about my confusion continued throughout the remainder of the evening. And from my mind was still there remorse, how I got roped in! That's really, truly, it was not revolutionary, and a rotating bar! (Play on words in the English language, these same root word: revolution - a revolution, revolving - rotating. Prim.perev.) Origin of material: The end of material:
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