Owl

In a dense forest, in a hunting lodge, there lived an old huntsman. One lived, watched the forest lands, received city guests, arranged for them to hunt, and then took him to the bath and treated him to fresh hop beer. And when the guests left, there was no one with whom to speak. Except with an owl that has humbly grown and a hollow of hard oak on the courtyard of a house... For a long time, in short, the huntsman got bored in the forest and decided to move to the city. And in order not to forget his free forest life, he opened a restaurant and divided it like his old house into a hut and a farmstead. He named the institution in memory of the feathered neighbor - "Owl" - and began to live and live, but good money. This is the end of the story. Anne, it's just beginning! Imagine: you walk along the main street of a modern city, the traffic is noisy, advertising lights are burning. You can sit at the table of the summer hall, have a snack. Everything seems to be as usual, what does the old gamekeeper and his owl friend have to do with it? Turns out it's not that simple. Don't stand on the doorstep, come inside! Come in? See the patron owl in the hall? Now take a closer look at the walls. Ba-a-matyushki! Soviet posters of the NEP, advertising beer, which is good if grandparents had time to try! Have you been in the past for eighty years? Don’t stop there, go to the yard. Take a breath, order fresh beer, look around. No, it's the twenty-first century. Modern paintings, photos of happy visitors, a sparkling bar counter. Or the era of the young Soviet Union? The posters haven't gone away. Under the ceiling, stuffed wild birds. Our owl is flooding! All right, calm down. Isn’t it interesting to look at the holy of holies of the restaurant – at the “Izbah”? Come in, don't be shy! The bear at the entrance to the “Izb” is not to be afraid: he is busy, honey eats. Beer is not allowed, it is still small. There's Izba. Cozy muffled light, the fireplace burns, on the walls - all the equipment without which in the village, and in the forest, especially, you will not live. In prominent places - hunting trophies. This wolf, perhaps, our owl can not pull! I think the gamekeeper must have done his best. There are nets in the corner. What a hunt without fishing! Here, have a seat. If you want - by the fireplace, you want - in the "fishing" corner, and if you want - go up to the second floor. Now, eat. Choose what you want: shy, brewed borscht, salads, hearty dumplings and dumplings, barbecue - you can not list everything. And so that it is not boring to wait for an order - please, cold vodka, and to it - tongue, lard or thick jelly. A real belly party! Now that you're full, grab another beer and relax. Here's live music for the soul. And, having already rested, fresh, though slightly heavier from the eaten goodies, go back to the present - from a cozy forest hut of the early twentieth century through the Soviet-modern "Podvorye" in Chelyabinsk of the XXI century. And come back: "Owl" is always welcome guests.