Rus News Journal

Column La vie de nuit

Is not present. Unfortunately it is not allowed to be carried out to our light dream that when - nibud there will come eternal night. Will banish hated to great creators La vie de nuit light time of days, and will cover mother Earth with thick any layer of pleasure night institutions, clubs and a casino. It is insulting, when desires do not come true. But at correspondents the faint hope that is fast ours, for the present on - children`s naive still glimmers, chudnenkaja Night life will get stronger and, having lifted a gladiatorial sword, will go to Geliosu to defend the rights. And, having returned with a board, will triumph! As the first petrel then night club TUSH, certainly, will act. Builders already finish furnish of walls marble plates and other small completions. The club only in June for now we will be content already existing will open. So - a casino GABRIELA ...
Visitors at today`s night in a casino was enough that game went at once on all tables. Rates did not pass for a limit reasonable, but also it was extremely low. The greatest rate fixed this night, made $50 on colour . As usual on a hall the mister in the pink butterfly rushed. The butterfly has already fairly seen better days and dangled on a breast, more reminding the aiguilette raked from a large-caliber machine gun. Besides, to this pink accessory the solid, densely powdered black eye has increased also, paternal the mister began to look even more neordinarno and is contrast. Taught by bitter experience, he at last has understood what to steal counters from visitors badly, and has completely changed tactics. Now the owner of the butterfly simply elicited them at visitors, and having received a gift - escaped, without restraint rolling eyes. Visitors traditionally saw off the mister friendly kicks. According to one of habitues, this mister - neither is a lot of nor a little - the citizen of Great Britain. One year ago it has arrived the tourist to Russia, has visited a casino Gabriela also has fallen in love with our country for ever...
Hunger, as it is known, not the aunt, not svekr, not the father-in-law, not the son-in-law, well, and furthermore not the wife, mother, the father, a companion and the brother... More shortly, not the near relation or the acquaintance. But nevertheless it is possible to face it, and at times under rather unexpected circumstances. So, this night some of numerous visitors of the CASINO VALERI in view of absence of provisions in a bar began to feel sharp nostalgia on hot snack. Certainly, nobody down for hunger as in 21 - m to year, but one young mister in a grey double-breasted suit simply pined with requirement for food. Gin which it used in fair quantity, already obviously did not go without snack, hands refused to hold counters, and few times the mister spilt out them in the field during the moment when rates have already been made. The croupier became angry and stopped game, and the unlucky player as bewitched sucked at own little finger, looking at the neighbour in a table. And that long well-cared fingers took a fried peanut from a small bag and, grinning, with an appetizing crunch it absorbed. As a result the mister has not sustained, has collected the counters and, muttering something silly, has left to play Black Jack. But also there it has not found rest and disposal of torments. Here all simply blasphemously gluttonized, who as could: the full lady in a purple dress violently exterminated every possible snickerses marsy and other versions paradise pleasures Its companion was engaged in the same, but with even big passion and where - that nearby someone almost hidden by darkness, ate something huge and crackling. And then the mister has not sustained. Having pushed someone around and having parted forcibly peacefully smoking correspondents, it has rushed to an exit. In half an hour it has returned accompanied hnykajushchego the elderly seller of commercial tent. all remains without supervision! Where it suits! I will rob - at - at - t! - ached palatochnik. Losses I will pay! Cut sandwiches! For everyone on five thousand! - the mister cut off. Palatochnik has cheered up and has immediately taken already in advance prepared sandwich from an impressive polyethylene package. The mister has made in the meantime the first rate on a roulette and under jaundiced eyes of the neighbour with feeling has stuck into the first buter...

SERGEY - PANIN,
PETER - POLES