Dovbaivka loved stories.
Especially those after which nothing is clear, but the soul becomes easier.
Everyone was sitting at the table that evening.
Count Deberts counted some of his points.
The finance minister was bankrupt.
Cleanup Day was going to clean up tomorrow.
Everything was as usual.
***
- Heard about Farshrutka?
- What other Farshrutka?
- Not a bus.
Farshrutka.
These are different things.
People go from point A to point B in a minibus.
In a Farshrutka, people travel from one place to another.
***
Respect prevailed at the table.
Because no one understood anything.
So, the thought was serious.
***
- Imagine a bus.
Old.
Skew.
With the smell of gasoline, past lives and seeds.
It is driven by the strangest people you can gather.
One thinks he is a genius.
The second thinks he is a prophet.
The third thinks that everyone around is dumbasses.
The fourth does not think at all.
And they all go to one place.
***
- Where?
- In us.
- Where is it?
- In us.
- At whom?
- We have
After that, half of the passengers broke down.
***
It turned out that "In Us" is not a city.
Not a village.
Not the region.
And not even a station.
"In Us" is somewhere deep inside a person.
That's where all her fears live.
All nonsense.
All errors.
And the main dumbass, whom she tries to ignore all her life.
***
Farshrutka drove slowly.
Through the fields.
Through the woods.
Through television news.
Through comments on the Internet.
Through labor meetings.
Because of family quarrels.
Every Monday.
And the further she drove, the more passengers began to recognize themselves.
***
- Or maybe the problem is not theirs?
- And in whom?
- And suddenly we have?
It became quiet in the salon.
Even the driver stopped cursing.
***
The Old Shepherd of Dumbasses later said:
- The scariest person is not the one who admits to being a dumbass.
- And which one?
- The one who is sure that she was never him.
***
Farshrutka drove on.
The engine coughed.
The passengers were silent.
And somewhere ahead, a sign was already visible:
"IN US - 3 km"
And for some reason, everyone suddenly wanted to turn back.
But it was too late.
Farshrutka already knew the way.