Zhora Zhmurovich

• Hello friend. You are here for a new story, am I right?

• Hello, traveler. Oh, you remind me of myself in my youth... I remember it as if it were yesterday. My mistress and I carried quite a few things with us. How much alcohol my depths stored... Ooo, I can't count!

Zhora smiled dreamily, remembering something pleasant.

– What hasn’t happened to me in my long life! I’ve been to Tula, Izberbash, Zadonsk! Where have I not been? My landlady and I traveled for a long time. And one day we were walking up the stairs. The sun had just risen a couple of hours ago, and my landlady needed to go to the toilet. So I said, “Let’s ask someone where the toilet is.” But who in their right mind would be awake at such an early hour? Well, it turns out there are fools! I see an old man. The landlady noticed him too. We approached him and she asked how to get to the toilet, she really needed it, she couldn’t stand it anymore. He told us where we could relieve ourselves and invited us to his café for some free tea. And so we talked about life with this old man until 9 in the morning! Eh...

Zhora Zhmurovich indulges in memories, having completely forgotten about you.