Russians

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Three Russians in a cafe.

Submitted: May 05, 2010

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The table next to me was filled with Russians.  They were particularly loud tonight.  From my experience it seemed the Russians were always loud.  The three of them sat facing inward toward each other the oldest man leaning forward, arms crossed and resting on the edge of the table.  His hat was pushed forward on his head and gave strong definition to his brow.  He held solemn eyes that were set far back into his head and he seemed to listen to from a long way off.  The second man had his hands wrapped around a drink at his edge of the table.  He kept his head tilted upwards as he talked loudly to the others.  It seemed that he preferred to pontificate without making much eye contact with those around him.  The youngest of the three men kept his eyes on a young woman at the adjacent table.  His one arm wrapped around the back of the chair and the other rested on the table.  There was a silver coin between his fingers, which he tapped on the surface of the table as his eyes swam listlessly over the woman.  She sat facing the doorway and was clearly waiting for someone.  The youngest Russian did not appear to catch her attention.


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