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It happened at the end of summer, at noon, on a sunny Sunday afternoon, when there was no one on the road. An old jeep, bought on credit, loaded to the eyeballs with all sorts of things, under the guidance of a well-worn lady who anxiously fussed about her junk, had an accident: a frivolous new Volvo flew into it, driven by an uncontrollable young blonde. The accident shook the woman, tired of living, like a hurricane of an apple tree: in broad daylight, getting hit in the ass with all your might is the same as losing your innocence in public – all her plans for the future instantly crumbled to the ground and shattered. It hurts and it’s embarrassing. It’s impossible to talk about the back of the car at all – tears and tears. And now, in hot pursuit, returning home, the injured party tells me all this in person, and I correct her.

– You see, a real blonde drove into me.

– Are you envious?

– What? Because she’s a whore!?

– Why did you decide so?

– Because it contains the owner of a car dealership. He immediately followed her!

Maybe it’s her husband?

– Ha, she herself said that she ran away from him: she quarreled, got into his car and pulled off.

– Love! Asisyai!

– Stupidity! One stupidity. She, consider, stole a car, drove it without documents.

– That is, she was in a state of passion.

– And he just came to excuse her from the criminal case.

– So he loves.

– Ha! Why love her? Gets out, so long out of the car…

– Not long, but high.

– Ha! Well, high, doll!

– That is beautiful?

– Ha! Well, beautiful, but painted!

– That is, a natural blonde?

– What are you all clinging to words! All so overdressed, in black glasses, her nails and lips were painted black, in a black dress, and even in expensive tsatsks. Pale as death. As if from the other world showed up here.

– Not from that, but from the higher. And not light, but society.

– Ha! What kind of society, if she can’t even speak, but only foul language? Why!? Why is everything for people like her and nothing for others like me?

And now I have nothing to answer. Because I don’t know – and really, why?