Cushy job

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- Anything is possible here, - Andrew was packing his instruments into the case. – Life never stops smoking.
    On leaving this circus and parting with this boy-shoeblack Eugene crossed the street. The flow of cars increased. Polished shoes made the gait more confident. The young man fixed his bag on the shoulder. Spring went on flourishing: vanilla houses became brighter, trees were stretching to the sun, farther from the earth exhausts. Rare clouds appeared in the sky like ballet dancers being late to the scene. The town seemed to be home, people’s commotion – less stressful. Where to go, walking down this poor asphalt?
    The gentleman in clean shoes had no time to track, suddenly he felt that something lacked. The jeans pocket was empty. Eugene touched it. The purse had disappeared!
- Crook! Petty thief! – he exclaimed. – Anti-bible personage! Let your name never be at this square!
    With these words he turned back searching for the boy. Running by the shop he saw two old ladies grumbling, and a crowd of onlookers waiting for the smell of gunpowder. This moment Eugene realized that he had left the purse on the tray with coffee, when he heard the noise at the shop entrance.
    It was clear that the boy was not guilty. Eugene continued to search for him and for this tray with his purse. But there was nobody at the boy’s working place, and one could tap-dance at this square.
- Is he really now sharing the contents of my purse amidst those merchants? – the thought of doubt flashed in his mind.
    But his thought had no time to become real, as Andrew appeared at the porch of the caf; – he seemed to have returned the tray to its owners.
    Next several seconds were so awful and unexpected that they remained their traces in memories and hearts of all witnesses.
    The boy saw Eugene and was smiling at him with a smile of righteous. There was a brown subject in his hand. Raising it above his head, Andrew ran to Eugene…
    At this very moment a red car rushed out of  the caf; corner. Squeaking brakes, deaf lone thud, crowd of people… The red car disappeared into the unknown…
    The boy did not feel pain. The last thing he could see were the clouds, resembling ballet dancers… There was a smile on his face…
- His eyes are like tow splinters of the dawn, - the only words Eugene could utter…
    Then all happened as in a dream. Ambulance siren, stretchers, indifferent crowd of onlookers, policemen with their notebooks in hands…
     Vanilla houses gained the brightest shade from the whole palette…

    - In one flash one can lose everything. Even that he had not ever had…