But then I caught up with his wife, who came out of the elevator a little later and came upon my back.
Shh -, - I said - you feel it? .
- What is it? . Remember how at the chemistry lessons you were taught not to inhale ammonia? .
Clearing his throat, she started laughing and said:.
- Yes, it's cheese! .
Be careful entering the room, still holding my breath, I looked. The corpse was not, and the suitcase was indeed Cheese. From now on I will write it with capital letters as the role of all the other characters stories go by the wayside, and it becomes the main cheese.
Fanned room and cheese wrapped in three plastic bags, we went to bed. Slept badly all the time I was tormented by nightmares in which I got to the moon, which consists of cheese, and now 10 years living there, eating cheese alone - and not one piece of bread.
In the morning we packed up and went quickly into the fresh air, walk the last time before flying to Paris. But somehow the beauty of the city is not perceived, and everywhere - in restaurants, subways, and even the exhaust fumes from cars felt Cheese. I had a cup of coffee in Starbucks, as the idea of Cheese eliminated the very desire to eat....
Discharged from the hotel and got into a taxi. The driver, a Chinese, picked up a suitcase with Cyrom twisted face and said something in Chinese, is clearly not the editorials dadzybao. The airport went in silence, looking carefully in the box and pretending that we have nothing to do with the strange smell does not have. Gave 10 euros for tea, can this somehow compensates for his moral flour.
A nice airport, smiling girl at the front desk ( Bonjour, monsieur!) Barely noticeable pulling his nose, said - ... In an attempt to explain that a little suitcase and completely a cabin size, a small French nose wrinkled, he repeated, ...
Looking back at what happened, I realize that this was the right decision. People are sitting on the plane too closely, and so it provokes stress, and if more and cheese!.
Freed from the cheese, we made up for the release of the purchase of a large number of wines and brandies... clearly more than the allowed rate of 2 liters. Well, Well, we are Russian, ...
The flight went Sõru benefit. It just took heart, having been in heaven, and obviously got a second wind. Our porters carried the suitcase first! . Accompanied by sympathetic and mocking whispers around, we ran to the customs.
Especially waking up to the Paris flight customs with a big smile, waiting for a drink with Zatar package tourists, and we raced towards the first. But as we approached his face sharply twisted, his nose got an unexpected mobility with respect to the face and he forced himself to say ... We passed through unhindered operation of taxi drivers, shabashniks, which quickly choked her ...
And the cheese was nothing very tasty.
