Afternoon I entered the store, took what he had and went to the cash register. The old hands inside a woman was counting coins. He counted the cash register and gave it to the girl, saying it was a box of rice.
- Grandmother, 'said the girl, smiling, fifty less than the money you give.
Grandmother, like all old women are doing manually shut the mouth.
- Oops, I koranam: My dear, I was mistaken ..., and began to rummage threadbare coat pockets rummaged pocket and did not draw anything.
- My dear, I do not. Take rice, give my money tomorrow myself. Today I went to the tail to get a pension, they will, I believe, is not it?
- I believe her grandmother: Nothing, nothing, and the payment of the coupon to the old woman.
My Checkout daughter asked also get fifty money already outside, I noticed that the old woman crosses the sidewalk. I reached and I decided conversation with him, dispel doubts. Right from the first moment it seemed familiar. The voice is the voice of this information the woman asked. I did not make a mistake : My piece was familiar fire woman, who had a reputation for outstanding julhakagortsi Soviet times.

For the first time, Vanguard, in a lengthy essay I wrote about him after he was elected deputy of the USSR Supreme Council, invited the TV interview. I worked very subtle way to remind: size tearfully touched. Hand to his mouth again.
- Oh my God, how it recognizes ... I am very old, is not it? My son died at 93, fell to his knees drans worry. I remember Artavazd: You have twice been our home.
We walked as far as a stop. Walk up close.
- When you come home, give hot tea.
- No, it works great. Thank you ...
Two-step done, turned away.
- Pensions everything that our country today-tomorrow a cast is not the proper time. I collect a penny, penny, just days emit a retired ...
So much does not feel uneasy, I hurried to leave. There was pain in my heart. I remembered her best years, when he started writing about moskvanerits, praise, honors, dignity.