Clown, continuing awkward bow, went backstage to him immediately jumped compassionate aunt Klava, - Oh, so his aunt Klava, ' chuckled the two equilibrists, measuring him from head to foot squeamish look and mincing gait passed.

Leonid, breathing heavily, sat down on plywood boxes. Yet in the morning he felt what was happening there was something wrong:
for Breakfast twice dropped teaspoon and drank tea, and really did not stir sugar, long escal hotel room Mace RHZ, wondering along the way (but not realizing), why did it it took away from the circus. Closing the door, too, had some trouble - couldn't shut her, as later noted that prevents slipper stuck under the door. And the key didn't immediately realize how to insert. And now several times dropped schejbal, but also Mace rolled several meters - had room to repeat again. Well and in the deep silence - ... Audience misses does not forgive. Came Yurka-presenter:

- The old man, be careful, the entrepreneur said to Elect, - "This is the last exit Yengibaryan".

In the hotel he came back only late at night. Slammed the door and, without undressing, the shoes, flung herself on
bed. And only now noticed that holds in hands the Mace, the same that during the performance fell from his hands and rolled to the edge of the arena. He smiled wryly and suddenly saw in the mirror hanging on the closet on the contrary, for him, laughing maliciously, looks kind of face. The young man was furious with rage, raised his Mace on himself and threw it in this impudent face. Mirror grunted and covered with wrinkles, and the hapless circus performer with horror looked thousands of frightened eyes. Then the mirror with the noise fell on the floor.

- This is the end, - he shuddered and grabbed his heart. Imagine how it will be dealt with at the next meeting, which was held for any reason, an angry speech of the Union organizer that he does not value the honour of the team... Leonid got up from the bed and scurried around the room.

- What to do-what to do? Nightmare!

Came across a huge suitcase, sticking out from under the bed, he then looked over to the closet and wildly Sarychev, grabbed from the table grandfather Turkish knife, stabbed in the side wall of the Cabinet, was furiously to strike after strike. Rotten plywood places have turned to dust, and therefore, not resisting, crumbled freely. Becoming part of the wall, he already hands began to split it into smaller parts. When on the floor formed a pile of garbage in two feet in height, the clown has pulled out from under the bed suitcase, emptied the contents on the bed, and filled it plywood crumbs.

In the dim light of the hall of the hotel was heard a snore sprawled on the chairs drunk on duty. Black silhouette with a suitcase in hand silently walked past her, gently closed the door behind him and headed for the garbage dump.
Three hours of hard work it took to Leonid, to transfer the entire Cabinet . Then he swept many years of dust on the floor, uCertify edge of the Cabinet, on this place hoisted his suitcase and with a clear conscience went to sleep.

In the morning two maids came to take the room.
;
- Mash, and here like a wardrobe stood?

- Yes, I last week in it the General cleaning was done with a dead rat found. Well, you can imagine what a horror.
Thought rag - clutch, and it's the rat.
- Citizen, you have the room of the Cabinet was not? - the choir sang them.
- Was, no wardrobe? "smiled the guest, packaging your props.
- And where he tada?
"I carried him out. The man in that suitcase.
"Now, now, not in the circus I suppose, ' replied the woman, but the one with the granary book was busy, muttered:
- Yes wrote off his sight: old already was.
It is about time. When I was done, he's already groaned, and I'm nearly seventeen years here, " said the second.
"Well, look, I candidly admitted that then there were no questions, " poveselil, was urged on it.
- Come on, vivalavita away now, is frowned workers.

The bus was walking entrepreneur Kislov and the Director of the Oaks. Last, seeing Yengibaryan, widely smiled and hurried to meet him, and embraced him, and not giving a chance to recover, in the usual manner muttered:

- I congratulate you, Lenochka, with a well-deserved award. In the morning of the Cupola is called, you are awarded the title people's artist of Armenia. We will note. Fellow!

Clown-MIME Leonid Yengibaryan, now people's artist of Armenia, was held in the bus, sat down in the armchair, wearily put my head back. He had not heard, as artists have congratulated him: he drew on both cheeks, Tiscali, patted on the back of his head, offered to uncork... the Bus drove out of the hotel, we passed by landfills and developing speed, ran at a pole the road away from this city.