# Five little pies. A story about a solid cherbone

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MMMDLX. Five little pies. A story about a solid cherbone. - October 26, 2024.

Five little pies. A story about a solid cherbone.


Before reaching adulthood, Petya lived a carefree life.


He had a blue-collar job, and after work he would sit in a pub, sipping a pleasant drink with his buddies. Sometimes they would discuss how much a "hut" cost today: it turned out that a "hut" cost several milons of cherbones. But may be they are able to get a "hut" for free?


One winter day, through the wide window of a pub, Petya saw a propaganda bus, which stopped at the street. The bus was huge, it was clearly of foreign manufacture: with wide tinted windows, with beautiful contours, beautifully painted and sparkling with nickel-plated and chromed details.


Tall people got out of the bus, dressed in beautiful jackets (with hoods) of foreign manufacture and began to agitate local residents to get hired for work in the harsh regions of the North and East.


Tall men in beautiful winter jackets announced that real workers, not agitators or propagandists, would be arriving soon. A moment later, gelendvagens and other mercedeses stopped next to the agitation bus, and people in haute couture clothes and shoes got out these cars.


According to their stories, working in the regions of the North and East is a very profitable business. In a short time, you can become a very rich man.


By this time, Petya had drunk a lot of a pleasant drink mixed with another, even more pleasant, drink. He staggered out of the pub and entered the agitation bus.


After that, Petya's life started to gallop like Gogol's troika. Harsh regions (mountainous, flat, swampy...), snowstorms, typhoons, frosts, clouds of midges and other attractions were flashing one by one (Petya learned to deftly brush off hordes of flying insects).


Large sums of cherbones were coming on Petya's bank card.


Sometimes before going to bed Petya turned on the radio and, almost in his sleep, he heard the gentle voices of financial analysts telling him that there was nothing to worry about, that he needed to remain calm and the inner balance. There was no need to alarm himself about anything. All of this was either expected or that's how it usually happens. So don't worry.


At last, Petya had several dozen milons of cherbones on his bank card.


Petya decided to return to his native land, to buy a "hut", to inspire his fellow countrymen with beautiful winter jackets, clothes and shoes from couture, to enjoy a fast ride in new mercedeses models.


The long road from the North and the East was left behind. Petya was walking to his home. On the way, he visited his native pub. A motley crowd was sitting there: Petya seemed to see himself in his youth. Petya was wearing a stylish winter jacket with the name of the legendary company (the personification of power and wealth). The company management allowed Petya to take this winter jacket as a gift - for his long, heroic work in harsh conditions.


Seeing Petya and his jacket, the company sitting in the pub fell silent.


Petya invited everyone to his table with a generous gesture: "I'm treating you!"


Petya began to make a large order in a loud voice: he listed in huge quantities those dishes and drinks whose names he remembered well.


The pub employee carefully placed the menu in front of Petya, where the prices for the dishes and drinks were indicated.


The numbers (amounts of money) he saw confused Petya. Just in case, he asked the pub employee to calculate the cost of the Petya's order. The number (the sum) turned out to be some kind of incomprehensible. Simply an outrageous one.


Then Petya mentally divided the amount of cherbones that was on his bank card by four. It came out to about ten milons of cherbones.


How many dishes and drinks Petya can to order for that amount of money in his native pub?


The pub employee replied that about five little pies.


And how many drinks?


The pub employee looked at Petya, remembered how Petya used to go into this pub (in times of Petya's youth), looked at Petya's chic winter jacket with the name of the legendary company (the personification of power and wealth), and said that five bottles of an excellent foreign drink would be put (at expense of the pub).


Petya walked from the pub to his home, figuring out how many "huts" and mercedeses he could buy for the milons of cherbones left on his bank card. It's nice to amaze his fellow countrymen with a new beautiful mansion, with his sparkling mercedes of the latest model, his clothes and shoes from haute couture, with his stories about heroic work in the regions of the North and East - in frosts, snowstorms, typhoons and hurricanes. Petya, out of habit, waved his hand, as if driving away hordes of flying midges from his face.


October 26, 2024 18:34


Translation from Russian into English: October 27, 2024 02:59

Владимир Владимирович Залесский ' Пять пирожков. Рассказ о твёрдом чербонце '.


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