But the man was silent, his face was more than serious, he only calmly, but with interest looked then at him, then at the surrounding buildings, then from time to time flashing passers-by, while giving not a single drop of sarcasm.
– "Yes, perhaps, for You I from the past. And for me all this is from the future" – still quietly said the man, stronger pressed to his suitcase.
Dima was silent. He began to look closely at the banknotes, then the clothes then in the face of his interlocutor.
– "By the way, my name is Anatoly Stepanovich, the name will be superfluous»
– Dima – stretched helplessly kid.
– "Tell Dmitry, You have a good memory?– – a little silent man continued – " when you are in childhood, say, up to five years playing on the grounds, under the supervision of parents, when running around the streets with friends, when in General where-or were not there such that any uncle, or aunt in a humorous way you were asked about what is the city or what is now a year?»
In memory Dima was such an episode, however, not from personal experience. His neighborhood friend Kolka, once got into an argument in the sandbox, that knows more than some adults. The guys were about five or six years old.
– "What are you saying, Kolya, how can you know more than adults, they are already so many years old, and you are just a little bit" – said another participant of sand buildings.
"Yes it is true, that the uncle has just asked me what the name of the country in which I live! Only now, as I walked up to you»
– "Well, so what, he just checked, you know or not" – did not let up Timur, who could not build a two-storey Palace.