Beer lover

Once Rumyantsev, hyphen, Transdanubia
Decided to soften his bossy temper
And a friend poured a lord of moonshine:
"Come on, old man, drink, but remember: I am a count!"

Everyone heard the phrase "man-orchestra." Well, well, let's say, so many.
I know the living embodiment of the phrase "holiday person". I just recently came from this man. Recently I came from a HOLIDAY, held next to a man-holiday. It is when you are constantly cheerful, drunk, fed, laid to sleep, inclined (or listened to as a doctor), and you get up every morning with a sad thought - oh, you still have to leave! ...
But, after half an hour, your friend runs in and happily asks: "Old man, can we drink a glass of yogurt and a cup of coffee ?!" And runs away through a meadow to bathe in a stream, or pour icy water on his head. And you are ashamed that you are so lazy and decrepit, and he is so cheerful and fit.
And then, wet, in the robe, he makes coffee and tells another story from the life of the Zulus. Or art historians. Or directors of the patrol service of closed roads. Sergey can talk about anything. He, like multi-channel television, programs innumerable. And the main advantage over the blue screen is that all the “programs” are joyful, entertaining and often very funny. And do not need a remote control - there is no need to switch - it is interesting EVERYTHING! From morning to late evening. You can imagine his rating, go out Sergey on the air.
He is known to almost all citizens and citizens within the borders of Sergey’s habitat - from land surveyors to heads of commission stores. And this very environment has an extensive geography - · From Moscow to the very outskirts, from the southern mountains to the northern seas ...
Such a wonderful facial expression in this man, that the most conservatively inaccessible elements of our complex human breed fall under his charm. In the store, in the market, in the restaurant, I personally could be calm - if they understood that I was TOGETHER, it was guaranteed to me - to caress and condescension. And I got it, they yielded, they made a discount and smiled cordially. I became a member of a syndicate of fun, happy, and joyful people. This "criminal" group, the most dangerous for melancholy and sadness of life. And who would not want to join it?
Now stop. You might think that I am writing all this about an oriental person. By no means. Many times he was treated kindly by the hospitable representatives of these peoples. BUT ... as my friend meets me, no one has met!
Here you come. You walked from the subway under the scorching sun, in the pouring rain, through the shrill November wind, in the January cold. You ring the doorbell, (intended rather for the prosecutor), and after a snuffle you hear "Yes?" and call your mortal name. In response, breaking the membrane of the fluid dynamics, there is a cry of a person standing in line for the most vital in life and, finally, who has found this. Who presupposes his own, habitual for a long time, name MOST IMPORTANT ?!
The lock snaps off, you enter the staircase, and above the easy rise of the flight of stairs you are already striving for you, spreading your arms with a yoke, your long-awaited friend. And you forget everything - a long road, two customs with border guards, liquid carload tea, a draft of a tightly sealed window, chewing neighbors and a pile of cigarette butts in the vestibule under the inscription "Do not smoke!". Because joy is genuine, and the smile is sincere. Here, you understand, finally got to the long-awaited point of concentration of happiness!
Read the writing. All right It's like that. One thing is missing - this man is a wonderful, talented and persistent artist. Not just a person who can mix colors and smears them in the right tone at the right places. Sergey is a magician of color, composition and transmission of feelings through the plane of the canvas. He can paint with a brush and a flute, an airbrush and a breath of ether, a finger and an elbow, a shoulder and vibration of trailers rushing with a roar. On canvas, roofing gland and polyethylene. He can hammer a canvas for months, and can create a masterpiece in one session.
Once we worked together at his dacha. I sat on the balcony and slowly bristled the battens 70 x 60 cm, and Sergei, stretching a banner of 7 mx 2.5 m on the outer wall of the house, offered to have dinner after two or three hours of work. I offered to work more so that I dined easier and was not very ashamed of the small amount of progress achieved.
- The old man, throw this nasty thing, let's go to lunch, I have almost finished.
-?!
Having escaped down and out into the courtyard, I was stunned by what I saw - a huge, formerly white thing, turned into a festive street with figures of a man and a boy on a bicycle. Another, a future man, lay in a wheelchair model of the fifties.
To write that my jaw dropped, it means to lie - it fell into the grass.
Or such a case. I had to urgently go beyond the borders of our blessed country and carry two portrait orders. One was started, and in the other, "the horse did not roll." Sergey came and said: "Old man, give up this nasty business, let's go to lunch."
“I can't,” I said, “I need to finish one portrait in two days, another to make up the whole one.”
- Old man, come on like this - you finish now started, and I paint over the second one.
Two hours later, when I came with two cups of coffee and went to the easel behind which Sergey was sitting ... There was no grass - the jaw slammed dully on the floor. So, the one that I finished was still outside work for a week, and Serezhin ... The customer sobbed with delight and congratulated me on new achievements in my work ...
I had to sign a portrait with my last name ... What about sho?
Many have heard the history of students in the workshops of the great artists of previous eras. The students supposedly portrayed, but the maestro only signed. I did not become a student of my friend (probably, unfortunately), but the portrait of his brush ... signed with his last name. Let the art experts now guess what kind of work they are talking about. Personally, I will not tell you. A friend has long forgotten what is at stake.
I remember well, the day after the "let's go for lunch." I sit in the workshop, drink a third cup of coffee, look at the portrait with a muddy look and think: How can I DO this makeup in a few hours ?! Juicy, bright, sunny and very similar !!!
The Lord gave to some of his children such a power of talent ...
When parting (temporarily, of course!) With the hero of this written feast, I want to make a toast: Friends, colleagues, and just citizens of the world, let's drink to TALANT, which you do not drink, do not waste, do not lose, do not sell, do not exchange for any benefits! For the true talent of the ability to live happily, festively, with delight in any business! For a man's holiday! And may the Lord grant you at least once in your life to meet such a person!

Now you can scatter in different directions and wait for new meetings and new holidays.