Everyone who passed through Tverskaya met on their hard way of pleasure pleasure of lively guys and guys who with good-natured smiles approached and spoke memorized formulas of communication. I'm studying next to Tverskaya, and therefore I often walk along this street with a bottle of beer and a good mood. Nothing prevents me from enjoying the sun, the crowds and the civilized Moscow life-being. And this time, a nice girl comes to me. "Hello, can I apply to you?" She asks, forgetting that yesterday and the day before she came up to me and tried to find an approach to me. I then took her as a scam-scapegoat and waved off communication, which could be very unpleasant.
But now I stopped, blotted out by the sun and beer, marking in a drunken mind - and she's nothing ... And then she asks me one delicate question: "How do you feel about sex before marriage?" I blush into a smile and nod all parts of the body: "Well certainly positive, yes, yes. " I become like a Georgian who was stepped on the foot of a Frenchwoman and apologized - "Mercy", and he exclaimed - "Kaneshno Khachu". But there is an unexpected - the girl says "I'm sorry" (in Russian, of course) and leaves in the human crowd. There was a mystery in all this.
"So you can not leave the case," I said, and decided to act differently. In the morning on Saturday I drank for the courage of beer, sat down in the passage on the Okhotny Ryad, and began to wait for the prey. I did not have to wait long. The girl, not so pretty as yesterday, with a lot of eels on her cheeks, jumped out of the crowd. But she acted in the same way as everyone else. To the expected question, I immediately replied that I was absolutely against sex before marriage. "Would you like to listen to a lecture on a healthy family?" I agreed, and she took me to court knows where. All the short road, I loaded myself with thoughts about killer maniacs who choose people with features - well, it urged someone to catch virgins and virgins.
I was taken to the office, which turned out to be in the very center, where, in a benevolent atmosphere, I still calmed down. The office was with European-quality repair, soft lighting and lots of zalchikov. First, they showed me photos from the life of some incomprehensible youth society, like a wall newspaper of Timurovites - works in kindergartens, subbotniks in parks, etc. This was not all that was said, they began to talk about some Korean who is engaged in charitable activities, international centers and wants to unite all religions, produces training courses in natural science and other rubbish.
I listened attentively, but the beer began to slowly approach my cerebellum. I was called to the hall, where the rest of the same poor fellows, like me, stood around and sang some strange songs like "33 cows" and "My sun". I was put in a circle, given a songbook and unobtrusively offered to sing. I did not want to sing - I was already beginning to sway from side to side. After the song "Golden City", I suddenly found out my enthusiasm for the work of Boris Grebenshchikov. "Do you know" Old Kozlodoev "?" I asked loudly from the guitarists. Did not know ... And I would sing.
After the entire group of songs selected were taken to the lecture hall, where a girl who looked very approximate and terribly notorious and talked about the need to create a strong family, chastity and education. After that I had to go to the second lecture. I could hardly restrain myself so as not to fall asleep in a nice and nice atmosphere. So I tried not to fall asleep, that the lecturer was constantly looking at me, as if I was terribly curious. Said, in my opinion, the same thing, but with the application of the technique - the light sensor. The lecturer was about twenty-five years old, and he reminded the army army officer, who conducted educational work. However, this turned out to be Prapor trained Western-style Protestant pastors, who brandish arms, funny pulled her lips into a tube and smiling happily, when they read his sermons.
After the second lecture, prapor suggested that we drink tea and discuss the problem of a virgin family. The conversation did not go - around me were clogged zashugannyh boys and girls who, apparently, quite sincerely answered the question recruiters. Everything here was somehow unclean - I understood this even in a drunken state. Both the prapor and the lecturer were energetic, their eyes slyly ran from side to side. And then I still remembered that someone told me about Mun's sect and his incomprehensible activities. "And do you treat Mun?" I asked the governor on the forehead, admiring my memory even in a big drunk.
The priar pricked up his ears, but quickly replied that their teacher was Reverend Moon. And then I have suffered - I asked about why the Moon teaches chastity, and the son is not weaned from the drugs and alcohol, why create a new religion, why call on their followers to work at Korean factories and plantations, why ... Prapor narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists, but cooled quickly. Calmly began to refuse and technically evade. As I left this office, I do not know, but it seems like no one kicked me out - not one bruise for the morning ...Andrey KREKOV
You can walk around Moscow indefinitely. I often take good sunny days to admire the city. It looks like a huge termite, where everyone is busy with their own business. The inhabitants of Moscow are characterized by continuous activity. You walk around the streets and feel like a grain of sand on the beach. The most interesting thing is to observe the youth. It is its representatives that are the bearers of progress in culture, sports, fashion. In order to be the most "advanced", they are ready to do much. And they do. Moscow parties are very colorful, their lives are full of events, it is mobile and changeable, like the wind. My best friend belongs to one of these communities. She told me so much about her "brothers" and "sisters" that in the end I decided to try to join the youth movement.
Asking my friend to take me to another meeting, I received a hot tip. It was a modern sect with a typical name such as "Children of Christ." Ixovaya was hanging out there (with God they preached art and sports), to be honest, it was a bit scary to go there, because they often say bad things about sects. At the last moment, I wanted to refuse, but looking at the girl's joyful face, I decided to go on the road, but I was warned on the way: modesty and tact in everything, whatever happens.When my question, what does she expect me there, she said that the life of the "children" is built according to the Bible's commandments, and themselves They try to direct the erring to the true path, but vichkov - to accustom to a righteous life.Then there was a solemn tirade in honor of clever and enlightened "unanimity".
At this point, I started to laugh. Finally, we reached the goal and entered a small white building near which shiny expensive cars stood. Probably, modern preachers should be "prikinuty", respectively, in order to better influence their followers. With these machines, and the unexpected began. Only we crossed the threshold of the hall, as they attacked us from all sides and in a few minutes I froze, literally licked from head to foot. Twenty people considered it their duty to kiss me at least once each. Then everything developed very dynamically. They approached me with meticulous questions of very different nature: from interest, who my parents are, to how much I eat in the morning. I did not expect such attention to my person.
Stunned, at first I tried to answer honestly and modestly, but then I realized that it was useless, and I began to remain silent, also modestly and conscientiously. My girlfriend at this time kissed everyone, but obviously with much more pleasure (in general, the enthusiasm with which these people communicated and jumped on each other would be more fruitful, for sure, applicable to useful and meaningful activities). Gradually, all flowed into a huge room without chairs, where they lit candles brought with them, and, as if on command, they died down. On the stage came out ... Christian Ray. I was in shock. On his face was poured the half-surprised bliss of a child born a couple of hours ago. Dark gray eyes glittered on his swarthy face, framed by black hair. Handsome, so much is forgiven, and I was ready to forgive, remembering that he had a wonderful voice. But as soon as he began to read pieces from the Old Testament in his slightly slangy manner, I felt uneasy.
The entire first part of the program consisted of Kristianoreevsky statements. In the second part of the scene came a young guy and a girl and with tears in their eyes told that they used to fight and quarreled, led a dissolute life, and now they do not even kiss, their feelings are pure, like the eyes of a child, they forgot about sex and started instead this every day to read the prayers, thanks to the savior for what he gave them life. Let's face it, they did not look like the righteous. During these outpourings, I looked around: on the faces of the listeners was written complete agreement with the speakers and gratitude for their words. It all looked like a medieval mass as described by Charles de Coster.
The most striking thing was that all present perceived what was happening absolutely seriously - moreover, they craved continuation. And then, in the third part, the bands "Metro" and "X-mission" came out. The guys that you usually see on the blue screen as clockwork, here seemed gray shadows, coming from the other world to tell about the horrors of hell. Apparently, it was fashionable to believe in God and shout about it in every corner. Both groups were pessimistic enough and overtook a terrible yearning. After watching the celebrities, I ran away from there, not finding a friend. The impression left after visiting the fashionable youth party, remained negative. I will not go there again.Yakhan Izyan