I remember it very well. I was poor often didn’t have money for bread. I had a friend. He was а poor writer too. Once we needed three dollars. We had to have money by evening. I don’t know where to go and where to get three dollars. For a hour I was walking along the streets of Washington. At last I came to the big hotel. I went into the hall of the hotel and sat down on a sofa to have a rest. Suddenly a beautiful small dog ran into the hall. It was a nice dog and began to play with it. I was playing with the dog when a man came into the hall. I knew the man at once. It was General Miles. He saw the dog and liked it at once. “Do you want to sell it?” the general asked me. “three dollars” I answered. “ Price of three dollars is too little for such the dog. Do you want more?” he said. I didn’t, so he took the dog and went to elevator. Ten minutes later old man came into the hall. He was looking for something. “Are you looking for the dog, sir?” I asked. “ Yes ,” said old man. I promised old man to find the dog for three dollars and went to the General Miles’s room. The general had to return the dog and of course I returned him money. But old man paid me three dollars I had earned.
I had a rather short journey. I decided to go to Vienna for the weekend. I went there by airplane. From the airport to the hotel I took a taxi. In Vienna I decided to visit the most famous and fascinating monuments and historical places. First of all, I visited Stephansdom. It is the main cathedral placed in the city center. Also I visited catacombs. It was so scary! Then I went to Schonbrunn. It was a royal palace. I was amazed by its beauty. There was a zoo on the territory of that palace. I liked it very much because the animals who live in there don't have cages at all. After I had an excursion around the city center. In the afternoon I went to Naschmarkt. It is the oldest market in Vienna where you can find all types of exotic fruits, fresh fish and Austrian specialities. At the end of the day, I visited a Hundertwasser house where he worked and lived. Hundertwasser was an extraodinary Austrian painter. On Sunday I had to go back to Moscow. I was sad to go back because I wanted to visit many other places but I didn't have enough time for that.
