Meeting a White Horse at Night "Good evening!" - a white horse said. "Oh, hello!" Pavel replied, recalling with tears in his eyes the stories from people who told him about the symptoms of the alcoholic delirium "Where are you from?" - the horse asked politely. "From Medvedkovo," - Pavel said, slowly remembering out whether he had cigarettes, matches, a lighter, a pepper spray and all the other necessities for cases when someone asks you in a park at night. - "Hmm-mm-m, have you recently used alcohol drinks? " - the horse sniffed and snorted. "Absolutely not! " - Pavel lied bravely, hoping that the smell would disappear in the fog. "Well, excuse me... Do you have money for a taxi, or I'll give you a lift? "No, thank you!" - Pavel replied with dignity, and realizing that it was impolite, he added, " I got my salary today.That's it" "Good bye, young man," said the horse, and turned slowly away into the mist. "Good bye, White Horse," said Pavel, with a sigh of relief... He was replied by a loud laughter of the mounted patrol policemen on duty in the Park that evening.