– This is since when cultural figures began to earn such money that for an hour fifty to sixty thousand rubles easily to the wind…
The question was clearly meant for Gaucher. He got distracted from the phone.
– Look, I don't go in anybody's pocket. Why are you trying to audit mine?
– No, I'm just curious. I'm sorry if I offended you. I just thought musicians were getting paid. Know was wrong.
From the minute the boy was silent, then said:
You were right. All right. My musical career does not bring me much profit. What I make a violin, just enough for gasoline. Honestly, I do not understand how and what my colleagues live on. Interrupted custom concerts, halturki. Who as, in General. Was it worth it seven years in a music school to learn sometimes the conservatories…
Passengers on the bus listened to Stepan from time to time glancing at the guy.
– I owe money to my father. And everyone else too. He made a successful business in the nineties, managed, in General, to be on the crest of the wave. And so he made sure that his children did not need anything. To do what we want in life. Not what we have to do to get a penny, but what we want, what we like. I have another sister. She paints. In Europe, it is well known, it is there and lives the last four years. So I have money from my father. Everything is fair and transparent, I spend his capital.
The boy looked out the window.
– This is not very reasonable in terms of multiplying the available funds. I have no vein of the businessman, but on the other hand, why this money to rot on Bank accounts if from them there is no use here in life, in real life, instead of on paper, or electronic reports which, in fact, a penny – the price.
The guy looked back at the woman, then at those two, then answered the driver:
– I owe everything to my father.
The guy lowered his head.
– He called me this morning, said he wasn't feeling well and might not make it through the night. That you need to have time to spread the last word and solve a few formalities. Two hours later I got a call from the hospital of this town or village, Novodarino, said the old man wrong. So I'm in a hurry.
Stepan shook his head sadly and lay down on the gas pedal.
– This is an hour not Anton Grigoryevich, your father? – asked full a man have guy.