Far away in Moscow

Chapter 29 Holiday Time
The Spring Festival away from home is somewhat lonely, but it is much more leisurely, at least not tired of coping with the endless visits between relatives and friends of the elders.Before Yan Zhiwen returned to China, Li Baoqing moved his TV and video recorder to his bedroom. Other Chinese students came to watch the video one after another. Room 1302 became a big base for everyone during the winter vacation.

There are still only the previous four videotapes, and I get tired of watching them over and over again.Right now, Moscow is freezing cold, and skinheads appear everywhere from time to time. Most foreign students stay at home and do not go out.In the past, when the courses were tight, everyone always looked forward to the holiday, but now they feel bored in the dormitory for two weeks, and look forward to the early start of school.

For Chinese students, drinking is a good way to pass the time.But the vodka is really too bad, and the beer is really not cheap. After thinking about it, the only economical and comfortable way of entertainment is playing cards.

People in Shandong love to play "Enough Level". This is a game in which six people are divided into two groups. The rules are complicated and detailed, but it is strong in confrontation, emphasizes mutual cooperation, and requires a certain sense of cooperation and sacrifice. The scene is compared to other games. The poker gameplay is more chaotic, exciting, secretive and changeable, and it is easy to become addicted once you learn it.

Since the beginning of the winter vacation, 1302 has never stopped playing games.More than half of Maji’s preparatory students did not smoke when they first came to Moscow. After half a year, many of them became addicted to this habit because of the boring life. After a while, open the window to get some air.

After several days of fierce fighting, the poker players are a little tired, but because they have nothing else to do, even if they don't play poker, they habitually gather here to play video chats.

Hu Yi has become more and more absent-minded these days, and the new semester is about to start. He tries to spare time to learn and study in the evenings, but every time he sees something related to mathematics, he gets distracted and his eyelids automatically become heavy.

After lunch, he played a few more levels, and Hu Yi muttered while shuffling the cards: "Damn, the next semester is about to start, what should I do? I can't understand the bullshit math class at all."

A poker player yawned and suggested, "Let me tell you, you might as well change your major in this situation."

Hu Yi was slightly taken aback: "Oh? Are there any majors that don't require mathematics?"

"It seems not." The others shook their heads together: "This is an engineering school, and all majors are inseparable from mathematics, physics and chemistry."

"Then it's useless for me to change anything?" Hu Yi angrily threw an empty cigarette case at hand into the trash can: "Are there any cigarettes?"

Li Baoqing checked the empty cigarette packs on the table one by one, then turned his head and shouted harshly at the opposite door: "Peng Song! Peng Song! Go downstairs and buy me two packs of cigarettes!"

A person next to him said: "I saw him go out just now, but he hasn't come back. I'll go downstairs to buy it."

"Hey, wait a minute." Hu Yi slapped his forehead, got up with a smile and went to take out a pack of cigarettes from the closet: "Look at my brain, I went to the tobacco market to buy four cigarettes a few days ago, and threw them in the closet and forgot." After all, he unpacked and threw a box to everyone in the house.

The poker players praised repeatedly: "Hey! Brother Yi's hands are generous, and there are whole boxes of cigarettes!"

Hu Yi chuckled: "This cigarette is worthless, just smoke it casually, it's enough!"

Li Baoqing lifted the cigarette case and squeezed it lightly: "The box is soft and heavy, it really is cheap." He opened it and took out one: "The shredded tobacco is loosely plugged, it's too deceitful."

Hu Yi also felt that the packaging of the cigarette pack was very cheap, and comforted himself: "It's okay, two rubles a pack, how much better can it be?"

Several people knocked the cigarettes in their hands on the table vigorously, lit them up and smoked twice, looked at each other, and didn't speak.Hu Yi took another sip, frowned and said, "Why doesn't this smoke have any strength at all? It's like pumping air."

The poker friend who gave him an idea just now smacked his lips: "Not only is it boring, but it also smells bad."

Hu Yi pondered: "Maozi smoke is a mixed type, and they all smell bad, almost like cigars."

Li Baoqing shook his head resolutely: "It's definitely different, this smoke is particularly smelly, it's evil."

The others nodded together, and Hu Yi wanted to take another sip, but the shredded tobacco burned extremely fast, and it was almost at the end.He lit another one and took a deep breath, and said to himself: "It's not enough, let's take another one. Well, you suck it hard, it's a little bit stronger."

The rest of the people followed suit, and finished the second cigarette in two or three puffs, still feeling nothing.Li Baoqing looked bitter, covered the wound on his face and said: "My face hurts from sucking, nothing came out except the smell."

The poker player smiled and took out two cigarettes: "Brother Yi, you have to smoke like this." He lit the two together and took a few puffs, then coughed lightly: "Hey! It's better than before, but the mouth It stinks even more."

Hu Yi also lit two cigarettes to try, and suddenly he chuckled: "This broken cigarette is too difficult to smoke, so let's make golden flowers! If you lose, you can smoke one, how about it?"

This proposal was novel, and the other five agreed unanimously. They picked out a deck of poker and played Zajinhua. The three players with the lowest cards in each game would light a cigarette and hold it in their mouths as punishment.

This is definitely a good way to quickly consume cigarettes. Half an hour later, the cigarette that was opened just now has been almost exhausted. Although the doors of the room are open, the whole bedroom is still filled with smoke, and even the face of the person opposite can be seen. Not real.

Everyone in the room had seven or eight cigarettes in their mouths, and they all burst into tears and coughed continuously.Li Baoqing lost the most, with his big mouth full of ten cigarettes stuffed side by side, it was difficult for him to breathe freely, but his interest remained undiminished.

Hu Yi got up and went to the closet to take out another one. Just as he was about to take it apart, he heard someone shouting in the corridor: "It's on fire! It's on fire!"

The six people froze for a moment, and hurriedly extinguished the cigarettes and went out to look. It turned out that the smoke in their own room had drifted outside the door, and the nearby corridor was covered with white smoke, as if it was on fire.Through the smoke, I saw a few foreign students pointing here in horror: "Anton! Is your house on fire?"

Hu Yi coughed and laughed. Just as he was about to explain, the Ugandan from the opposite door also rushed out, glanced at their house, covered his mouth and nose, frowned and said, "It stinks, what's burning?"

Hu Yi and the others laughed and waved at the foreign friends: "I'm sorry, there's nothing wrong, let's all go back!"

As soon as the voice fell, the dormitory administrator walked over quickly from the elevator room, and shouted as he walked, "What happened? Where is the fire?"

Hu Yijian is the administrator, and he restrained his smile a little: "No, there is nowhere."

The administrator walked into the room to check it in surprise, and then hurriedly backed out, his facial features deformed: "What are you guys doing? Let's put it in the room for barbecue?"

"No, no." Hu Yi scratched his head embarrassingly, coughed twice and laughed: "We smoke."

"Good guy! Are you smoking cigarettes? I thought it was charcoal!" The administrator looked shocked, and stretched out his hand to slap his face twice: "Why is it so smelly?"

Hu Yi pointed at Li Baoqing: "He was shitting just now."

"Fuck you!" Li Baoqing said in Chinese: "Shit is not as smelly as your smoke!"

The rest of the people laughed. The administrator was a little displeased when he saw this, and made a gloomy face: "Why are you laughing? Are you happy? I will report your dangerous behavior to the school! Who lives in this room? Show you certificate!"

The six people were taken aback for a moment, and stood there stupidly, at a loss.A poker player reacted fairly quickly, and hurriedly took out a cigarette and handed it over with both hands: "Mr. Administrator, we are just having a New Year party, no need, no need to tell the school."

The administrator refused to pick up his cigarette with his hands behind his back, and said with a sullen face: "Party? I have never seen such a smoky party. Your behavior has caused a fire hazard to the dormitory, and it is very dangerous! Come on, show your ID. "

The poker player backed away timidly, turned his head and said in a low voice, "Does he want money?"

One sentence reminded everyone, Hu Yi hurried back to the house to find the wallet, but didn't know how much to give.While hesitating, he glanced and saw that the cigarette he took out just now was still on the table, so he grabbed it and took it to the door, and stuffed it into the administrator's hand with a smile: "This is for you. Please try it. It's not dangerous at all. It's not dangerous at all." not dangerous."

The administrator coldly pushed the cigarette back: "I can't take it."

"No, no, you don't understand." Hu Yi eagerly put his arms around his shoulders: "Now, Chinese New Year, if you come to the Chinese room, you are a good friend of the Chinese. In China, you must give a good friend a New Year gift, A good friend must accept it. Accept it, Mr. Hara! If you don’t accept it, you will be unhappy!"

The administrator said that the report to the school was just a moment of anger, and he casually bluffed them. After all, smoking is not prohibited in the student dormitory, so there is no need to make a fuss over a molehill.The Chinese in front of him spoke poor Russian, but his meaning was clear and decent. He squinted at the cigarette in his hand. Although it looked cheap at first glance, it was at least worth tens of rubles. .

So the administrator's complexion immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, took the cigarette and stuffed it into his jacket, smiled and shook hands with Hu Yi: "In this case, I have no choice but to accept your gift. Be careful not to cause a fire." After saying that, he turned and left.

The six people breathed a sigh of relief, and Hu Yi put his hands on his hips and watched the administrator go away, shaking his head triumphantly: "Hey, I almost wanted to give him a hundred rubles just now, but I didn't expect twenty rubles to be sent."

Everyone went back to the room happily, Li Baoqing picked up a magazine, fanned the wind out of the window vigorously and said, "Stop smoking, the stench is so bad in this room, and Martha will come to see me in the afternoon. "

Hearing that Martha was coming, the poker players coaxed Li Baoqing for a while and then went back to the dormitory.Li Baoqing hummed a ditty to tidy up the room, opened the windows to ventilate, and sprayed some air freshener in the room.

Hu Yi flipped through the book for a while, staring at the two remaining cigarettes in the closet, feeling worried: Although smoking this cigarette in his mouth is no different from eating a fart, it was bought all the way back with money. He was a little reluctant to throw it away.

While he was undecided, Martha arrived.Li Baoqing sat side by side on the bed with her, holding Erhantong and gesticulating word by word while talking, just like a charlatan who just entered the profession is drawing amulets and chanting incantations.He stuttered in Russian, and even Hu Yi was anxious for him, but Martha stared at him patiently, with a faint look in her eyes.

Hu Yi felt that he was like a [-]-watt light bulb in the house, so he put the remaining two stinky cigarettes under his armpit and walked out of the room quietly, going to the dormitory of acquaintances one by one, seeing the students who smoked and couldn't help but say goodbye Pack two boxes.

Just like this, going upstairs and downstairs, more than half of the two cigarettes have been sent out.Hu Yi returned to the door of the dormitory in satisfaction, thought for a while, knocked on Bayin's door on the other side of the corridor, and handed him the remaining four packs of cigarettes: "Cigarettes, I bought them in a market far, far away. For you."

Bayin took the cigarette and looked at it, then smiled: "Give it to us? Thank you!" After that, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Come, eat beef, let's go together!"

Hu Yi hesitated for a moment, but was dragged in by Bayin.The three people in the room were sitting on the ground in a circle, one with a persimmon face, and the other two Mongolian girls with big faces with high cheekbones and a strong physique. Although their makeup was exquisite, they couldn't hide their sturdy faces.Between them was a metal plate, and on it was a large piece of bloody raw beef.

"Our friend, she bought the best beef." Bayin pointed to one of the girls and introduced to Hu Yi, then shook the cigarette in his hand at the girl, and said a few words in Mongolian, with a smile on his face. With a proud look, it seems that Hu Yi's just-in-time arrival made him feel a lot of face.

Bayin pushed Hu Yi to the ground, sat cross-legged beside him, and handed him a short knife: "Please, you're welcome."

Holding the handle of the knife, Hu Yi hesitated again and again, staring at the piece of beef and asked, "That's it... just eat it?"

"Yes, it's delicious, very fresh." Bayin took back the knife from his hand, cut off a thin strip close to the edge of the beef, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, then handed the knife back to Hu Yi, and turned to him Cast an encouraging look.

Hu Yi showed embarrassment. He had heard that Japanese people like to eat sashimi, but eating raw beef was unheard of.He wanted to decline, but seeing the four Mongolians looking at him with smiles on their faces, it seemed a bit impolite not to eat.He lightly weighed the knife in his hand a few times, and then he simply cut off a piece of meat the size of a thumbnail and stuffed it into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)