I'll be greedy. Good to be greedy. Everyone decides for himself. But for me personally, greed - the engine of progress, as the other sloth
Preamble: 4 years ago on the Ukrainian site I found very interesting was the announcement of the sale of the 423rd Moskvich in Donetsk in good condition and with the new motor.. Times were rich, and after the photographs and descriptions of the seller, I sent an advance of $ 100 per car, not having a clear idea about the process of delivery to Russia, but with a strong desire to buy this car.
It has been 3 years in the periodic correspondence with the seller, want to buy from me did not disappear, but the opportunity for me, as well as the political situation, have made many changes to the originally relatively simple process. On the legal side chto-to became easier and, from a human - is dangerous to health.
But back to my capabilities, dragged on my desires.
So, the desire to buy after 4 years I have left. The desire to get the seller the remaining money - too. It remains "small" - to come and pick up the car
Understand correctly, the times have changed.. Currently, my income dropped 5 times. Nobody will blame - politics and life is so developed. The money for the interests really have to save.
By manipulating long been able to combine my geographical location of the point on the map without wasting extra money. I went to a paid trip to the Rostov-on-Don, from which to Donetsk only 165 km. on the highway. The week passed in, call and an agreement with the seller were hit by Saturday, with the help of site Blablakar I found convenient and inexpensive (850 p.) A ride to Donetsk. As a result, in the region of 23 hours for me I came in every sense an experienced driver, taxi driver taxi driver engaged in a constant and well aware of the way.
The road was night, I expected to sleep a couple of hours, but it was not to happen. With me driving a tractor-guy from Makeyevka, working in a host at Rostov, and a young couple from Donetsk. Well, you know, do not chase the empty taxi. The entire journey took place in an interesting conversation about life, war and politics. I was for local people real Martian. All Muscovites there and perceive, but I felt it myself, feeling on the skin between the peaceful and prosperous life with an almost front-line city. but more on that later.
Within a few hours we reached the check point Uspenka, where to my surprise turned out to be duty-free shop with a standard assortment of alcohol, cigarettes, Swiss chocolates and other shnyaga. Do not smoke or drink, his wife bought perfume, seems cheaper than at home;)
Transition "border" has passed quickly, seeing my usual pograntsy Russian passport and no marks in it did not. Away are concrete anti-tank "hedgehogs" giant size. It turned out that the DNI has a curfew Al, from 23 to 5 am, with the prohibition of vehicular traffic, but according to the driver, we have nothing to be afraid of. We flew on night road with bushes on the sides at a speed of 80-100 km / h, trust the one who at the wheel!
Amvrosievka Ilovaysk and we flew in the dark, on their arrival in Makeyevka brightened. Here came the guy-tractor, tractor he was standing at the edge of the village, in a dream guy wants to come to him to work in Russia, to be own boss.
At this point, I'm alive understood that such an environmental disaster. All the surrounding landscape - illustration of the novel by Strugatsky about Massaraksh. Mountains of waste dumps, sickly nature, broken roads and houses, seen the repair still under Khrushchev, fences "of what happened." How to live here - I do not understand. However, people live longer and survive, as most of the companies is. This, according to local, improve the environment. But added to other problems.
stand for 10 minutes while I was doing a photo, and then moved to Donetsk.
As it is better to state, as did the cities. The last time I was here in the 14 years of age, remember the wild crush on buses. Now, taking into account the 5 in the morning, no one is at the crossroads of the military we are not paying attention, despite the curfew. By 6 am, we landed near the circus.
A little bit about the city. Clean, The place is beautiful, a lot of wild advertising. The machine is easy and not expensive, many Soviet. The city hang posters with patriotic Zakharchenko or citations, as well as, in spite of the end of July, holiday posters of 9 May. The city marks or sensations there is no war.
Sergei rode, we met in person after 4 years of correspondence, boarded a bus and headed towards the Moskvich. The first shock - a bus ticket cost 7 rubles. I did not understand, asked: seventeen or seventy? Seven! Rub! In Moscow metro on 35 and 50 rubles worth.
They arrived at the market, yet closed, waited another route. I looked around, took photos. Always interested in local ads on poles. It amazed at the number wanting to buy walnuts. As it turned out, this is a profitable home based business, but more on that later.
Without waiting for the route, with my submission, I took a taxi. Total of 250 p. he agreed to take us to the front-line village, where is and Moskvich. The trip took about 20 minutes, first the city, then along the fields. We drove 2 posts, one real, the other in the face of just 2 people in the form of a turn. The taxi driver warned that the problems with the inspection or verification of documents will not be, as he was here six months ago, and now demobilized. Indeed, exchanged a few words with him we missed.
We arrived at the end in a completely dacha, or rather the township area, disembarked on the turn, where the asphalt ended and began priming. The driver turned around and left, it seemed to me more quickly, it became a bit uncomfortable. They took the things and went on along the country road along some typical suburban houses on one side and tall trees on the other, to this overgrown jungle. Sergei showed the stern 21 minutes of the Volga in the neighboring area, but it is of little interest to me. Gone a little more, went through the gate without constipation, walked behind the house with a terrace on top, right at the door, through the garage to the left, and here it is in front of me, the coveted 424-th Moskvich, alive 4 years after the first found pictures on the Internet!
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