The story is real, names are fictional.

I missed two days. Nothing was foreseen. And in the morning I read the message on vKontakte - I play in EMsk. Oleg Devora, the best pop sax in the province of ENS and not only, performs in EMsk. I did not succeed in getting to him in ENsk twice. But it turned out to meet personally and even lie in a pair of snow in our first meeting, because it was slippery, and the ruff - beer with vodka - does not add stability, rather the opposite. We were introduced by my master.

So today we call up. “I will be at Nevsky at half-past seven, if I have time,” “Olezh, take a couple of places with me, I'm accompanied.” - “You know, I myself am on bird rights, and what kind of accompaniment?” - “Yes, hammer it, boy. A decent woman cannot appear in the light without an accompaniment, okay, we'll figure it out for ourselves ”, -“ Well, you know, you could get out without an accompaniment, ”- a pause. - "That's it? Have you got any plans? ”-“ Well, if you tell me, bye, I will turn around and leave! ”-“ I understood, let's deal with the boy. ” Hang up

I fly to the tavern, where Devora plays, by taxi, without a boy. Slightly late for the beginning. There are no seats. I say - I am on a personal invitation. Bar counter, yes, easy! I rent a coat in the wardrobe, I go into the hall.

I appear in front of him during the performance of "The Pack of Cigarettes" Tsoi, is interrupted, smacking me on the cheek in front of all the public dancing at the same time. It's funny, as if he deliberately pauses the performance to greet me, and continues again: “If you have a pack of cigarettes in your pocket ...”

And then I understand what the saxophone says. No, he still sings, but by uttering every word that the audience picks up, a chorus is formed of discordant voices and a leading sax. In general, the audience we have is lively, responsive. Somehow it happened that for the most part people with an open mind gathered in a small town.

The room is small, there is practically no dance floor, so as not to get trampled, I go to the bar counter. "Everything is not so bad today ..." - the saxophone speaks melodiously and clearly. I order about 5 dark beers. Mood is rapidly creeping up.

Naturally, I come across the whole of the Emian elite from the press and art. But Oleg invited me. A question from an old acquaintance, the organizer of the event, Ivan Tikhiy, the famous bard and showman of our and not only our city: “Oh, hello, are you at the concert?” - “I am at DeVora, he invited me!” - “Do you know?” - “ And then! "

And the sax spoke, sang, lit. Oleg laid out completely, he does not know how. “A musician hung his coat on the back of a chair ...“ The audience gets up to a slow dance. Rises all. I saw how men rose first, gently pressed their ladies and started whispering something in their ear. The sounds of the saxophone led away into the distance unknown or familiar, into the unknown or studied long ago. Fife, so gently calls his master saxophone, worked wonders. This composition was assumed last. The organizer once again introduces the musician into the microphone: “Oleg Devora,” and announces the following participants. “In a half an hour, the Continuation Follows group and the Violin Ensemble will arrive.” But the hall roars! "Bravo, bis, bis, bis!" Women approach Oleg, they shake hands, men say something. And now almost off the equipment turns on again. "Changes, we are waiting for changes ..." - again Choi, now for the encore! Hall roars!

Oleg packs the equipment, swaddles the pouch in the case and goes to the bar counter, that is, to me. I finish my beer.

- Are you in a car?

- Of course.

- That is, do not drink?

- Yeah.

- Now look, our violin ensemble “Smoke over water” performs on violins, if that. You can stay to listen, and you can escape from this roar. What do you want?

- Of course, escape. I have a second live concert today. And I myself made this crash.

- I thought so. And what do you want?

- Now I listen to what the body says. In general, I have two options - sweet and sex or meat and sex.

- So be defined.

- Do you eat meat?

- We will think up!

- Meat and sex!

“Then to my lair.” True, I have a mess there, but, most likely, no one is quiet.

- We all have a mess in the den. Forward.

I take the bag, which was handed over to the bartender for storage, and, under the interested glances of the emsky beau monde smoking on the porch, proudly walk out with Oleg to the arm of his car.

And then the first bell sounds, or rather the second bell, if you count the felting in the snow ... Oh, we don’t see the signs, we don’t notice the warning signals. And it would be necessary. The turn on the road turned out to be under a prohibitory sign, and there the “nuts”, as specially, were drawn. We are slowed down on the opposite side of the road. Olezha turns on the camera on the phone, gives me a hand - write for everyone ... "Gadget" is a girl! The first time I saw. Oleg says that the second!

- Lieutenant such and such! Why break? There, the sign hangs "Straight," and you turn around.

Internally tense. I showed the way, he does not know the city. What are the signs? I do not see them, I have minus three and a half in both eyes. That is why I will never sit behind the wheel of a car. But Oleg looked around and drove through.

In short, draw his protocol to make. I sit in the car, I'm worried. Guilty feel. In my head thoughts are spinning. In the afternoon, after all, the Master wrote, which brought us together, that Oleg was coming, and he replied: "Organize a worthy meeting." Yeah, here it is, already organized.

Returned! “What?” I ask with horror. - “Pedestrian crossing in the wrong place!” - smiles. - “And how much is it?” - “250, well, I’m not filling up on 1000, but on 750!”

They drove to me like normal. We rise on the elevator, we go in the apartment. My animals in the hallway meet. I can say it's a menagerie. Stepa’s red cat, Cassandra’s miniature gray cat, Bes, the black dog, who is hanging out with his son in the garage, two aquariums, in one astronotus swims the size of two palms, the second fish is smaller. Kesya, as usual, expressed her phi to us, having croaked something inarticulate, she did not like strangers, and slipped away into the room. And the cat somehow strangely responded to Oleg. Not only was I rubbing my legs, I also tried to talk, I took him straight for my mother. Already, on his hind legs rose and stretched up. Oleg stroked it.

- You are more cautious, he is an obsessive with us, he will immediately kneel on his knees, and he also has an underground name “saw-sucker”, you blink a little and don’t give it to you in time, he sticks to you. But in general, the first time I see him react to a stranger like that. How did you attract him?

The first thing Oleg asked for was water. He gulped down a half-liter beer mug of plain water.

“When you play, dehydration occurs,” he explained.

While sizzle sizzled in a skillet, we talked about music.

- You know, the first time I heard that Sax can talk! I just heard the words he spoke out.

- Ha, so I talk to him and learned. We even read rap together.

Here I understand that for Oleg the saxophone is a living being, he speaks of him as if it were alive. But on the set it seemed to me that the pipe lives by itself! But Oleg and Saks are a kind of whole, two halves of a walnut.

- Do you see the audience when you play?

- Now, yes, before I always closed my eyes, but once I had to act in a mask, and the mask does not close my eyes.

- I think it's like swimming in the pool under the water with open eyes.

- To some extent, yes. But when I see the public, I do not just feel the reaction, but watch it. I see faces.

Schnitzels arrived, I put the plate in front of Oleg, poured tea.

- And myself?

- I ate before going out, and even drank beer, I do not want.

- And I only have breakfast.

The meat under the unhurried conversation settled down in the stomach. I have long been in a home sundress. Talking about smart things suddenly bored.

- Listen, we're all about matches, come on, about boobs!

- Oh how! Pervert! Come on, about ...