A Russian Bum in Italy. A few years ago during my vacation I have made a wonderful travel trip to Italy. It was my old dream because from school I have had a strong passion for travel in foreign countries. It is so natural for man to discover new lands, meet new people, learn their culture and history. Of all countries Italy was my favorite one. For two weeks I have attended almost all well-known Italian cities - Rim, Venice, Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Naples and many others. In whatever cities I would not be I did not experience practically to meet that people who were as a rule called derelict. Notwithstanding a lot of places I was passed through only one time I met a dirty and overgrown with tangled hair person whose appearance gave explicitly to understand who he is. It happened in Florence when I was walking at one's ease in ancient part of the city and enjoying astonishing architecture of the surroundings. Accidentally I looked into the little alley and saw there that man laying on a bench in the shade of trees. It seemed to me that he was about 50 years old or older. He was wearing a dirty but not torn clothes and had a face with deep wrinkles, long beard and long uncombed hair on his head. He has been nicely sleeping putting one hand under his head. In about a week I arrived in other remarkable Italian city called Rimini. The first day after a short walking through streets of the city I came to the beach where I spent a rest of the day sunbathing and swimming in the sea. In the evening when I was walking to my hotel I noticed a strange man looked quite unusually for the sunny hot day. He was dressed in black jeans and black denim jacket with sleeves rolled up. He was about 30 years old. Stubbled face, unclean hands, sad indifferent glance. First of all I meant maybe he was a worker of the nearby shops. When I passed by he suddenly asked me in Russian " How are you doing ?". I was not a little surprised. How could he detect that I was Russian ? Was it written on my forehead ? "I am fine. How about you ?" I responded in Russian. "What deals could I have ? I am an alcoholic" he replied, trying sadly to smile. "I am sorry" I said ending this short conversation since I was realized that there will be banal request to give many. I thought then it was so frustrating when you have been flying almost 4000 km from Russia to Italy and met here your compatriot that has been a bum.