Memo to the funeral policeman Pimen

  

    In March, 2015 the nineteenth day with "pocinogarii" Michael Boys   Beautiful, Monk Makarios and Titi Scapetti, I attended the funeral of policeman Pimen. From the outset say that sad boys entered the chapel with empty bellies in mind requiem. Popa teacher sing with a "Lord have mercy hurried funeral" godly Macarius hum of the nave, and I cut it echoed his nervous gestures. But at least more diligently following hum because he knew his mind and enjoy ... Coming out of the church, the widow comply Babeasca custom and give alms "bridges" (some stuff) over the dead, and the procession was pending; start and some former colleagues of the late militiamen (policeman) from the dead talked and measured their bellies, discuss his memories and telling each other that the other is fatter. His grieving widow crying man but in reality every thought to the issue of boys in wine and broth, belly and militia steaks and the holy priest likely. Ending job, echo sound bitter leaves nails in board and everyone goes home. The family invites everyone insists, but it was to forget our boys, now it true grimace of anger appeared to have been forgotten and have not choice but with a glass of wine and a coil. Divine Salvation comes through the mouth widow who cry "Lord" Michael, come to your table ... ". They face lit up, his eyes were popping heart rejoiced them. Titi was shy to remain apart, but by a trick and winding among people entering their experience and sits at "Holy Mass" agape hoping, in honor of the late Pimen, who often chased us and footballs we hid in the cellar. Elder Macarius salt as a hawk a bottle and fold it and I frowned   and stop him this time managed to stop the misbehavior. Sing priest and people sit at the table, spoons and forks uproar of starts and boys coniacele pull over head, aghezmuiesc with apaos and languages ​​is stretch, start discussions and even small polemical arguments from chili peppers or brandy. Philosophize on various discussions, astronomy, palmistry, scarpologie, but really everything was in addition to or in clinics or sleeve, and yet had pedantic intellectuals. Finish carafe of wine, cognac and do not give leave, make crosses on their bellies and confess that satisfied them today ... Good God Get past, happy and cheerful, welcoming and elegant widow expressing sincere condoaleanţe. On the street, laughing and Voice reel off memories and talk about women "bad" all in a chorus saying that "old women are better at heart" ... Coming home with open and satiated appetite, drinking glasses races and turn on music, and that every man tired and spraying, start Danusia and gay laughter. I ask them "Like good Christians would not be better to light a candle and make a prayer for sleeping" and the answer was drunk antipode "Nooo, living and dead living with their job at the cemetery." Saturday funeral planning proximal to another former policeman dead and he's real Pimen, succumbed to the disease. On the evening pocinog risky to French, where she had been fired, however try their luck tonight can get drunk and sleep better .... !!