Читать книгу The End of the Way - Vladimir Slipets - Страница 4

When Rendell fell asleep in the bar again harbored tensing and lingering silence. I suddenly felt so lonely and anxiously. Near this Mexican was only darkness. I have already seen such kind of people, and, believe the experience of the poor barman, the history with them is not very pleasant. They all had left some evil behind their backs. What did he do? Maybe he stole something or killed someone? Or maybe he had just a tough kind of life? As you can see, my curiosity doesn’t know any measures. That’s why I decided to get from him at least a couple of words:

– Mister… Jose, right?

– Yes barman, I’m still here. – Said this guy with so much rude.

– What bring you to us? Where are you from?

– I? Is that so hard to guess? I’m from Mexico, Tom! Pour me some more. And, where am I? I remember only that I went for a long time by one road. It was very cold, then so hot that it wasn’t able to go. It was so difficult for me for the first time in my life. I probably had got a sunstroke. Or got a bullet in my head and it’s all just dreaming to me! Ahahahah… A chilling laugh gripped the whole room. It must have been a joke, right? But I somehow didn’t want to laugh. The laughter was so creepy that Mr. Rendell got awoken from scare and become a little sweating.

– Jose! Don’t scare us like this, buddy. From such killing laugh you may bring my body to grave in a one second. Not at resentment…

On minute again was silence. And then sharply, like thunder, in whole room was once again spreading this frightening laugh. But on this time, he was softened by the laughter of Rendell himself – he probably thought that the joke was funny. I again had nothing to say and didn’t understood this. People are still so incomprehensible.

– Ahah, ah you’re funny, Rendell. Humor – this is what life so often tries to wrap away from us, but it still within us even through all these troubles… This is why I like you, man. Okay, just sit, talk and rest… I’ll go pick it up. thanks for drink, Tom.

Rendell was surprised and asked with interest:

– Oh, so you’re playing? And behind you is… Case! Musician, how cool! Come on, we won’t interfere!

– Mr. Jose, uh, we have a small scene. If it will be more convenient for you there – you are welcome.

– My friend, please, go to the scene, we ask! – At Rendell’s voice was heard trembling and delight.

We were left alone, and the Mexican went crusting his guitar. Let’s just say, the acquaintance was not ordinary, but music in the bar is always welcome.