Halfway from the “Prospekt Lenina” stop to the “Architectural Institute” stop, in the interior of the trolleybus of route No. 5, on the front platform, a heartbreaking scream was heard: “Ah-ah!!! The controller is dead! A-ah-ah!!!"
A middle-aged woman screamed with a children's sled in her hands. Continuing to scream, the woman rushed to the back area. There she sat down on her sled and, burying herself in the first leg she came across, began to cry bitterly.
A slight panic began in the cabin.
We need a doctor! Is there a doctor on the trolleybus? - there were screams. - It’s bad for the conductor here!
Let me see him! - an obese man in a white down jacket hurried from the back platform, energetically working with his elbows, to the scene of the incident. He repeated excitedly, like a spell:
Skip it, I'm a doctor! Skip it, I'm a doctor!
Finally, they let him through, he bent over the conductor, groaning, lying motionless on the floor, took out a hammer from his bosom and tapped his body on the knee - weakly, harder and with all his strength. Something cracked in my knee. The doctor raised his glassy eyes to the passengers and stated:
The patient is dead.
Then, covered in sweat, the doctor rose from his knees, brushed off his trousers, wiped his neck with a handkerchief and said:
Skip it, I can't help you! Skip it, I’m a doctor, but I can’t help you! - began to quickly make his way back to his place.
The passengers became even more worried. The most nervous person was the bald man of about fifty in the center of the salon. One could understand him: fifteen minutes ago he handed over a thousand rubles, but never received a ticket.
Perhaps the only person who remained calm in the midst of this entire nightmare was an old woman with a string bag full of empty bottles. While all the frightened passengers rushed to the back platform, crushing and pushing each other, away from the corpse, the grandmother bent over the conductor, busily climbed into his bag and slobbered for herself five thousand hundred rubles, saying:
He doesn’t need anything, and you see, I’m just a piece of bread... Or for the apartment again...
Some lady, afraid to step over the dead man, began hysterically knocking on the driver’s cab.
Driver! Driver! Stop the trolleybus! Let me out! - She finally opened the door to the cabin and grabbed the steering wheel.
What, you idiot, have you gone crazy?! You can't stop here! - the driver shouted, but, however, braked.
So, that means you can kill here, but you can’t stop?! Stop the trolleybus!
Who are you to tell me here! Just think how gentle we are! Walk if you don't like it! Am I supposed to stop now because of every murdered person? Then I won’t travel even a hundred meters in a day! Hands off!
The driver pushed the active passenger out of the cab and, leaning towards the microphone, calmly announced:
Comrades, the trolleybus is heading to the morgue. Prepare the dead man for exit in advance...
Senior investigator Mikhail Petrovich Orlov, forensic expert Kruglova and Sergeant Shnurko got out of the police UAZ and approached the back door of the trolleybus. The door opened with the sound of a burst tire, but judging by the dense mass of stuck together bodies, it was clear that entering the salon would not be easy.
No, we don't need to go there. We were all standing here when they kicked him there, at the front door! - a muffled voice was heard from the ceiling.
You could hear someone trying to object, but then there was a muffled groan.
Come here, here he lies! - the driver looked out from the front door and waved his hand in a friendly manner.
The task force hurriedly headed to the scene.
The conductor lay alone on the front platform, awkwardly tucking up the roll of tickets and looking at the floor with glazed, surprised eyes. It seemed like he just lay down to rest in a small puddle of blood.
Here he is! - the driver approached the corpse, walked around it several times, and lazily kicked it a couple of times.
Sabbath, left! - he spat with annoyance and went into the cabin to get a jack.
“So, citizen passengers,” Orlov announced loudly, “a murder has occurred!” I ask everyone to stay in their seats!..
The driver brought a jack, and he and the sergeant turned the corpse onto its back. On the forehead of the unfortunate conductor, the word “goat” was written in large letters with a ballpoint pen.
“Familiar handwriting,” the investigator thought. - “It looks like the Hare worked here. Although no, the Hare is a window keeper. He’s a coward, he won’t do anything wet...”
In addition to the inscription on the forehead of the murdered man, the investigator was confused by the fact that there were a hundred people in the trolleybus, while the trolleybus was designed for only seventy-six seats and standing places.
Tolls are increasing in Nizhny Novgorod
The owners of Nizhny Novgorod minibuses announced an increase in fares by 2 rubles. Tickets will become more expensive from the beginning of December, but so far only on 9 routes. True, other carriers do not rule out a possible increase in fares on their routes.
Nizhny Novgorod residents will start paying more for travel this week. From December 1, tickets on minibuses No. 50 (Dolgopolova St. - Kuznechikha-2) and No. T-4 (Minin Square - Shcherbinki bus station) will cost 30 rubles. And a week later, on December 7, they will be joined by minibuses No. 14 (Delovaya St. - Shcherbinki bus station), No. 39 (JSC "Lazur" - "Seventh Heaven"), No. 63 (Southern Highway - B. Kornilov St.) , No. 71 (Fedoseenko St. - Svoboda Square), No. 79 (Petryaevka - Shcherbinki bus station), No. 89 (New construction - Shcherbinki bus station) and No. 92 (Burnakovsky microdistrict - Tsvety microdistrict "). Fares on these minibuses will also rise to 30 rubles.
The administration of Nizhny Novgorod said that the carriers themselves proposed increasing the fare.
– Let us remind you that in accordance with the Federal Law “On the Organization of Regular Transportation of Passengers,” the tariff on municipal regular transportation routes at an unregulated tariff is set by the carrier itself. The administration of Nizhny Novgorod has no right to influence these decisions, the mayor’s office reported.
Minibus owners explain the increase by rising gasoline prices.
– Over the year, the cost of diesel increased by 20.19%. And we refuel with high-quality fuel at LUKOIL gas stations. Now he has canceled all discounts and raised the price by 2 rubles. Yes, we are also entering the winter period, there will be winter diesel, which, I think, will also increase in price,” shared the owner of the Leader-Trans carrier company, Eduard Stepanov.
Another reason for the rise in prices cited by carriers is the introduction of the ASKOP system, which the city administration, according to minibus operators, obliged them to introduce.
Even Dmitry Kargin, who became famous for driving Nizhny Novgorod residents for 15 rubles for a long time, also recognizes the need to increase fares.
– We are not raising fares now. This is the first time I've heard about this. I think that before the New Year no steps will be taken in this direction,” said Dmitry Kargin. “But it is clear that the fare will still increase.
Most likely, after the carriers that have already announced an increase, others will follow suit. Some companies, in particular Avtoligatrans-NN (it services routes No. 55, 74, 82, 91, 93 and 94), are already preparing to change their pricing policy.
– There may be an increase, but not on all routes. We currently have four routes operating. As carriers agree on what price to work at, that’s what we will do. But the city administration does not allow us to set the price above 30 rubles,” Avtoligatrans-NN told us.
At the same time, the cost of travel when using a transport card is at the “Electronic Wallet” tariffs. 60 minutes" and "Electronic wallet. 90 minutes" will remain the same - 26 rubles for 60 minutes and 40 for 90 minutes.
As promised by the mayor's office, the price of social buses will remain the same.
“The fare on routes served by municipal transport enterprises will remain the same – 28 rubles for cash payments, 26 rubles for non-cash fares,” the city administration assured.
Perhaps, in this way, the city authorities expect to increase the attractiveness of municipal transport and, as a result, increase the income of Nizhegorodpassazhiravtotrans.
Veronica KUZMINOVA.
Halfway from the “Prospekt Lenina” stop to the “Architectural Institute” stop, in the interior of the trolleybus of route No. 5, on the front platform, a heartbreaking scream was heard: “Ah-ah!!! The controller is dead! A-ah-ah!!!"
A middle-aged woman screamed with a children's sled in her hands. Continuing to scream, the woman rushed to the back area. There she sat down on her sled and, burying herself in the first leg she came across, began to cry bitterly.
A slight panic began in the cabin.
We need a doctor! Is there a doctor on the trolleybus? - there were screams. - It’s bad for the conductor here!
Let me see him! - an obese man in a white down jacket hurried from the back platform, energetically working with his elbows, to the scene of the incident. He repeated excitedly, like a spell:
Skip it, I'm a doctor! Skip it, I'm a doctor!
Finally, they let him through, he bent over the conductor, groaning, lying motionless on the floor, took out a hammer from his bosom and tapped his body on the knee - weakly, harder and with all his strength. Something cracked in my knee. The doctor raised his glassy eyes to the passengers and stated:
The patient is dead.
Then, covered in sweat, the doctor rose from his knees, brushed off his trousers, wiped his neck with a handkerchief and said:
Skip it, I can't help you! Skip it, I’m a doctor, but I can’t help you! - began to quickly make his way back to his place.
The passengers became even more worried. The most nervous person was the bald man of about fifty in the center of the salon. One could understand him: fifteen minutes ago he handed over a thousand rubles, but never received a ticket.
Perhaps the only person who remained calm in the midst of this entire nightmare was an old woman with a string bag full of empty bottles. While all the frightened passengers rushed to the back platform, crushing and pushing each other, away from the corpse, the grandmother bent over the conductor, busily climbed into his bag and slobbered for herself five thousand hundred rubles, saying:
He doesn’t need anything, and you see, I’m just a piece of bread... Or for the apartment again...
Some lady, afraid to step over the dead man, began hysterically knocking on the driver’s cab.
Driver! Driver! Stop the trolleybus! Let me out! - She finally opened the door to the cabin and grabbed the steering wheel.
What, you idiot, have you gone crazy?! You can't stop here! - the driver shouted, but, however, braked.
So, that means you can kill here, but you can’t stop?! Stop the trolleybus!
Who are you to tell me here! Just think how gentle we are! Walk if you don't like it! Am I supposed to stop now because of every murdered person? Then I won’t travel even a hundred meters in a day! Hands off!
The driver pushed the active passenger out of the cab and, leaning towards the microphone, calmly announced:
Comrades, the trolleybus is heading to the morgue. Prepare the dead man for exit in advance...
Senior investigator Mikhail Petrovich Orlov, forensic expert Kruglova and Sergeant Shnurko got out of the police UAZ and approached the back door of the trolleybus. The door opened with the sound of a burst tire, but judging by the dense mass of stuck together bodies, it was clear that entering the salon would not be easy.
No, we don't need to go there. We were all standing here when they kicked him there, at the front door! - a muffled voice was heard from the ceiling.
You could hear someone trying to object, but then there was a muffled groan.
Come here, here he lies! - the driver looked out from the front door and waved his hand in a friendly manner.
The task force hurriedly headed to the scene.
The conductor lay alone on the front platform, awkwardly tucking up the roll of tickets and looking at the floor with glazed, surprised eyes. It seemed like he just lay down to rest in a small puddle of blood.
Here he is! - the driver approached the corpse, walked around it several times, and lazily kicked it a couple of times.
Sabbath, left! - he spat with annoyance and went into the cabin to get a jack.
“So, citizen passengers,” Orlov announced loudly, “a murder has occurred!” I ask everyone to stay in their seats!..
The driver brought a jack, and he and the sergeant turned the corpse onto its back. On the forehead of the unfortunate conductor, the word “goat” was written in large letters with a ballpoint pen.
“Familiar handwriting,” the investigator thought. - “It looks like the Hare worked here. Although no, the Hare is a window keeper. He’s a coward, he won’t do anything wet...”
In addition to the inscription on the forehead of the murdered man, the investigator was confused by the fact that there were a hundred people in the trolleybus, while the trolleybus was designed for only seventy-six seats and standing places.
Mikhail lit a cigarette and thought about it.
A light tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
A? What? - Orlov perked up.
“I say, people there ask to close the back door,” reported Sergeant Shnurko, “otherwise it’s very difficult to hold on.”
Oh, yes, yes, close it, of course,” Mikhail muttered absentmindedly. - Well, there, some tea, or something, arrange...
Orlov threw the cigarette out the window and turned to the dead man. The corpse was already outlined with a neat chalk line. Expert Ninochka Kruglova was already “casting a spell” on the murdered man, quietly humming to herself. Something caught the investigator's attention. Certainly! Nina’s delicious ass had been haunting him for a long time. “Even under my coat,” he remarked and grinned. Then, shaking his head, as if shaking off an obsession, he asked:
When did death occur?
Death, Mishenka, always comes at the wrong time,” Kruglova smiled faintly with her eyes alone, “and if you’re really interested, thirty to forty-five minutes ago.”
Fresh... And the passengers are nervous. End here. And I’ll go to them, otherwise someone else will whoop from nervous shock, and okay, a murderer, but what if the witness is important?
Orlov turned to the passengers. The front half of the cabin was free, but in the back there were people standing closely pressed together, some sitting five or six people on one seat. And only at the middle door sat, hugging, a couple in love. Not paying attention to anyone, they greedily kissed passionately. The young people were drooling down their chins...
Looking at them, Orlov thought with hostility: “It’s because of such indifferent people that people die...”
A young woman was sitting one and a half meters from the murdered man with a one-year-old child on her lap. “It’s unlikely that the mother and child were murderers,” the investigator thought, “Although... anything can happen.”
“Okay, citizens, passengers,” he said loudly. - The investigation needs your help. Which one of you killed the conductor? Don't rush, remember carefully!..
There was a heavy pause. You could hear the stove working in the cabin.
Shnurko, ask the driver to turn off the stove,” Orlov ordered, “otherwise it will start to smell in a couple of hours!”
It’s good that it’s winter now,” Kruglova responded.
How in a couple of hours?! - some bespectacled man became worried. - I can’t sit here for so long, I have to go!
Everyone needs to go! - one of the passengers objected to him.
I'm late for the concert!
Everyone is late for the concert!
I am the director of the Philharmonic!
And I’m this... what’s his name... Spivakov! - said some red-faced bull, sitting alone on a double seat, and neighed loudly.
By the way,” Orlov said sternly over the neighing, “by the way, we generally have the right to detain you in this trolleybus for up to thirty days!”
An indignant murmur swept through the cabin. The child in the woman’s arms began to cry, she began to calm him down, saying:
Quiet, Vasenka, quiet! Well, look, no one is crying, you’re the only one crying! You see, uncle lies quietly. He was in pain, but he didn’t cry, and don’t you cry!..
This is what this democracy has brought us to,” said the voice of an old woman with a string of empty bottles. - This didn’t happen before. How was it before? No conductors for you. Conscience was the best controller!..
Calm down, citizen, calm down,” said Orlov, “we will definitely record your version.” Sergeant, put it in the protocol: “Yeltsin’s gang is brought to justice!” Yes, “for trial”, did you write it down? Calm down, citizen!
But the old woman did not let up.
We must go out into the street, otherwise nothing will change, and we will ride with dead conductors, comrades! Stand up under the banner of struggle! Get up, comrades!
The red-faced guy neighed again.
Oh, you hog! - the old woman attacked him. - Rather than laugh, it would be better to give way to an old man!
I can’t,” the guy foolishly threw up his hands, “the investigator asked everyone to stay in their places!”
Quiet! - the investigator shouted. - I said we can detain you! But we can let you go if you help the investigation with your truthful testimony.
Here you are, citizen,” the investigator turned to the fit man with skis in his hands, “have you noticed anything strange in the behavior of the conductor?”
I noticed, I noticed, of course! - the skier nodded readily. - There was no logic in his behavior!
Books enlighten the soul, elevate and strengthen a person, awaken in him the best aspirations, sharpen his mind and soften his heart.
William Thackeray, English satirist
A book is a huge force.
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, Soviet revolutionary
Without books, we can now neither live, nor fight, nor suffer, nor rejoice and win, nor confidently move towards that reasonable and beautiful future in which we unshakably believe.
Many thousands of years ago, the book, in the hands of the best representatives of humanity, became one of the main weapons in their struggle for truth and justice, and it was this weapon that gave these people terrible strength.
Nikolai Rubakin, Russian bibliologist, bibliographer.
A book is a working tool. But not only. It introduces people to the lives and struggles of other people, makes it possible to understand their experiences, their thoughts, their aspirations; it makes it possible to compare, understand the environment and transform it.
Stanislav Strumilin, academician of the USSR Academy of Sciences
There is no better way to refresh the mind than to read the ancient classics; As soon as you take one of them in your hands, even for half an hour, you immediately feel refreshed, lightened and cleansed, lifted and strengthened, as if you had refreshed yourself by bathing in a clean spring.
Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher
Anyone who was not familiar with the creations of the ancients lived without knowing beauty.
Georg Hegel, German philosopher
No failures of history and blind spaces of time are able to destroy human thought, enshrined in hundreds, thousands and millions of manuscripts and books.
Konstantin Paustovsky, Russian Soviet writer
The book is a magician. The book transformed the world. It contains the memory of the human race, it is the mouthpiece of human thought. A world without a book is a world of savages.
Nikolai Morozov, creator of modern scientific chronology
Books are a spiritual testament from one generation to another, advice from a dying old man to a young man beginning to live, an order passed on to a sentry going on vacation to a sentry taking his place.
Without books, human life is empty. The book is not only our friend, but also our constant, eternal companion.
Demyan Bedny, Russian Soviet writer, poet, publicist
A book is a powerful tool of communication, labor, and struggle. It equips a person with the experience of life and struggle of humanity, expands his horizon, gives him knowledge with the help of which he can force the forces of nature to serve him.
Nadezhda Krupskaya, Russian revolutionary, Soviet party, public and cultural figure.
Reading good books is a conversation with the best people of past times, and, moreover, such a conversation when they tell us only their best thoughts.
René Descartes, French philosopher, mathematician, physicist and physiologist
Reading is one of the sources of thinking and mental development.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky, an outstanding Soviet teacher-innovator.
Reading is for the mind what physical exercise is for the body.
Joseph Addison, English poet and satirist
A good book is like a conversation with an intelligent person. The reader receives from her knowledge and a generalization of reality, the ability to understand life.
Alexei Tolstoy, Russian Soviet writer and public figure
Do not forget that the most colossal weapon of multifaceted education is reading.
Alexander Herzen, Russian publicist, writer, philosopher
Without reading there is no real education, there is no and there can be no taste, no words, no multifaceted breadth of understanding; Goethe and Shakespeare are equal to a whole university. By reading a person survives centuries.
Alexander Herzen, Russian publicist, writer, philosopher
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