deja vu
Do you believe in omens? I believe! Or, I make them myself. Last New Year, like many previous ones, we celebrated on the Yalta embankment https://www.turpravda.ua/ uc/yalta/blog-200632.html
So, no options! As we met, so we will spend! I must say that I started dreaming about this trip back in November. We are going to Sri Lanka, and Yalta seems to me! Some kind of obsession!
It's finally the end of December, and we're on our way! As it has already become usual, we are smuggling in the form of two liters of strong drinks and several canned gourmets stuffed into the voluminous pockets of an old down jacket, and partly in a backpack (maybe it will carry over)! But, either the shift was normal, or the regime was relaxed, so the Ukrainian customs was not interested in our luggage at all. It was possible not to bother. Russian customs approaches the matter thoroughly - first, at the entrance, they check you with a metal detector, and then your things shine through. Just like at the airport. But nothing is taken away. The comrade with the device suspected something and offered to show him the contents of our pockets. Seeing a bottle of rum, he just chuckled. And the Russian border guard asked me a provocative question: “Are you a full 47 years old? ” Last year, as in the rest of the previous ones, this would have puzzled me, and I would feverishly subtract my year of birth from the current year, because I never remembered exactly how old I am. Eighteen already was - it's a fact! But this year, I finally began to fully correspond to my nickname. Therefore, I knew for sure that I was not 47, but 48! What I without hesitation and reported to the border guard. And I was not suspected that I was traveling with a false passport.
It took 2 hours to cross the border. The mood was, as usual, joyfully upbeat.
If you read my story last year, you may remember that we didn't like the Novy Svet champagne bought in Yalta on New Year's Eve. Something was wrong with him. The idea was in the air, but, oddly enough, a week before the trip, it came not to me, but to Vadik! To go to the New World on the 31st and buy champagne there, in order to avoid a repeat of last year's misunderstanding. The idea was as brilliant as it was crazy. Therefore, I was surprised that it did not come into my, but into Vadik's more reasonable head. When planning the trip, I clearly imagined what we would do in Yalta for 4 days, and did not know at all where to stick the 5th. Well, of course, go to the New World!
To be honest, on sober reflection, the idea did not withstand any criticism. I climbed to read my old story, which described such a trip https://www.turpravda.com/uc/yalta/ blog-110128.html
Then we returned to Yalta at 22.00. But then it was May. . . And will the transport run as usual, or will it switch to a festive one? Of course, it would be creative to meet NG somewhere on the bus, or even at the bus station! But you don't want to! Even if everything works out, rush home in soap, grab a can of caviar and rush to the embankment? It is possible, in principle, and so! But you don't want to! It gets dark early, from the New World to Sudak, the bus does not travel in the dark - the serpentine is dangerous. Have to go on foot. Easily! But you don't want to! Not May! In addition, it is not known whether the company store will be open at all on the 31st. You don't want to come to kiss the castle! And when I bothered to look at the forecast before leaving, all my bad things outweighed the bad things - the temperature is much lower than in Yalta, and most importantly, it has been raining all day!
When we were already approaching Yalta, I told Vadik 48 reasons why we WILL NOT GO to the New World tomorrow. He was upset, but I solemnly promised that this year we would not look for cheaper places, but on the contrary, with the money saved, we would buy the most expensive New World champagne, but we would buy it in Yalta.
The landlady was already waiting for us. This year she agreed to let us in for 1100 rubles a day (in the past - for 1000). She turned on the independent heating and was glad that the TV set was not working - something with a satellite dish (or with a satellite)! Hello, sorcerer! How about without a TV? Of course, we will not be at home often, but still! The hostess began to lament that the master would take 500 rubles just for the challenge, and if he had to climb onto the roof - another 500 rubles! But still began to call him and arrange for tomorrow. What is it, should we sit and wait for him? Let him come at exactly 10! We will buy some products for now.
Well, this evening we had to spend in silence. In the meantime, let's go shopping. First of all - in the pour. Having tried draft bastardo, they rejected it. If last year the wine here was quite tolerable, now it's fe! Then they began to look at bottled Massandra wines. The frightening inscription "wine drink" has disappeared from the labels. You'll have to take a risk. And they also looked after Novosvetskoe champagne - a collection extrabrut cuvé e for 1050 rubles. But haven't bought yet. And in the "Furshet" they found a simpler extrabrut at a promotional price of 475 rubles. Freebie! We have not seen such a price even in the New World. Of course they did. But this is so, catch up. Cuvé e, we still buy. Tomorrow.
The morning greeted us with rain. Weird! I did not take an umbrella from home, hoping that everything would be fine! They dug through the whole apartment in the hope that there is still an umbrella somewhere. There wasn't. They began to call the hostess - she had an old umbrella, only now she herself is not at home, and she lives in who knows where. I called another friend, but she just laughed at me.
Meanwhile, the cable guy showed up. He said that some kind of crap burned down. Yes, and the cable, one might say, burned out. Super! You can’t walk because of the rain, and the TV doesn’t work either! How do you feel about New Year's Eve? But the cable guy turned out to be a man. He entered into our deplorable situation and promised to bring another piece of garbage, and pick up the burnt one and try to repair it later. I said that the hostess, just in case, left 1000 rubles. Let him do what he wants, but so that the mustache works! The cable guy said there should be enough. Phew! Feel better! And then the rain stopped. Life was getting better.
Let's go for a walk on the embankment. On the way we went to a grocery store near a crocodile. There, brut cuvé e cost only 975 rubles. And south coast port wine was also cheaper - 490 r / bottle. Decided to buy both on the way back. The sun came out, and instantly it became good and joyful!
Some were so happy that they climbed into the sea to swim. I envied them. I did not envy the fact that they are so crazy and healthy that they can afford it. No, I'm basically the same. I just didn't bring a bathing suit. My recklessness did not extend so much as to swim naked on the city beach. And I didn’t take a swimsuit because I planned to swim not in Yalta, but on my secluded beach in the New World, where a swimsuit is not required even in summer.
Envying enough, we went to the Seaside Park in the hope of getting water in the pump room. But here was a bummer! There was no water! Granny, who came for the same purpose, said that she was a week ago, and there was no water either. We got upset. And the grandmother began to tell that there is another pump room in Yalta. After asking her leading questions, I quite roughly understood where it was. Cretinic topographism cannot be cured. And the grandmother, meanwhile, after a little thought, said that she would go there now. So we are with you, I say! Only our company, apparently, was undesirable to her, since she said that she would go slowly. She says her leg hurts. Well, so we, in principle, are not in a hurry! Therefore, lagging behind her for a dozen meters, they followed. But while we clicked our beaks on the sides, the grannies and the trail caught a cold! Fine? Well, think about it! They asked passers-by, looked into the maps, and without much difficulty found what they were looking for. Grandma was already there! She probably knows the secret short paths.
That's it! So many times to be in this small town and have no idea about the second pump room! By the way, it is closer to our house, and the water in it does not give off hydrogen sulfide. It tastes like ordinary water.
Let's go home to meet the cable guy. On the way, we stopped again at the grocery store. And only figvam! Our brut cuvé e has already sailed! AAAA! Everything is lost! We were offered an extra brew for 700 something in return. We bought the exact same one at Furshet yesterday, but much cheaper. Let's go to the liquor store, maybe there's some left? Left. Bought.
The Cable Guy has been conjuring in front of the TV for some time. I, taking advantage of the forced break in the festivities, prepared food. At the same time, she was very afraid that nothing would come of it - the cable was burnt. But, praise the Almighty, everything worked! Having given with a light heart the master's 1000 rubles. (not mine - not a pity), had lunch and went for a walk further.
Turning out of our yard, we heard a loud cool music. They thought it was coming from someone's car. It turned out not. There was a guy walking along Moskovskaya, a very remarkable appearance - neither give nor take, the character of some American movie of the late 80s. In some bright jumpsuit, in which they used to do aerobics, with a shock of black shaggy strands and a red bandage on his head. With a glass bottle of Pepsi. And with a big mophone. I have never seen such a miracle!
He walked to the Christmas tree, the same place where we are. So I, on the sly, tried to take a picture of him. Arriving at the embankment, the guy put the mophone on the ground, took off his jacket, and under Abb's "Happy New E" began to make different things - he jumped funny and twirled. The circus is free!
Last year we left a New Year's mini-set of decorations in a Yalta apartment. We'll be there anyway! But I had to buy a pine branch. And not cheap at all. Although it was already evening, the sellers, mostly Caucasians, were aching at exorbitant prices. For a bunch of branches I had to pay a hundred. You could buy a whole Christmas tree at home with this money.
We returned home. What a strange smell! I rushed to the kitchen - the gas under the saucepan with the fish soup was burning all this time! Mom dear! Here are the bastards! Well, that's at a minimum! The ear was cooked for about 2 hours. In principle, nothing terrible happened to it, but it’s scary to think what could happen, in principle! On one of our previous visits, we managed to burn through the master's tablecloth - the candle burned out and melted the plastic candlestick, then it came to the tablecloth. The table didn't catch fire. We returned on time. And now we are back on time again. Handsome! So don't drink yet! A glass of beer - and that's it!
By the way, it was about time!
They laid the table, dressed up the pine branches, dressed up a bit themselves and proceeded to send off the old year.
An hour before the start of the new one, they put champagne and a jar of caviar in a backpack. It's time! The weather had mercy on us, and there was no rain. But it could be! She went outside, stood for a minute and came back. She took off her blue (like dressy) jeans and put on warm pants. Well, fuck them, these show-offs! Comfort is more expensive!
On the embankment, people crowded, mainly around the Christmas tree, where there was a stage.
But we do not like the crowd and are afraid. So they went further. We settled down on a bench opposite Villa Sofia.
True, we did not understand exactly when the New Year came. It was hard to hear from the Christmas tree, and we didn’t hear whether the chimes had already begun to beat or not yet? Yes, and what's the difference? There were no desires in my head! What more could you want when everything is fine?
