For several days the road: Accommodations in the transport, then examined the old ruins, monasteries, shrines, palaces ... 

Finally chose the day to relax on the beach. 

Quiet, quiet beach in Hoi An. 

Under a sun umbrella, I plyuhnulsya in the lounge. 

Few people. The desire of one thing: to enjoy the tranquility on the shores of the Gulf of effulgent. 

«Mister, want pineapple», - a little boy with asking eyes watching me in the face.
«Cleaned» - "I said. 

Another moment and pineapple, peeled skilful hands, lying in front of me. 

I managed to send in his mouth just one slice my favorite fruit, as before me there was an ancient old and wrinkled hands, spread before me mangoes. 

«Mister mango», - she said. 

«No» - I answered. 

The old woman sits beside, mole senile eyes drills my face. 

She smiles nakrashennymi black teeth. 

  Periodically supplicatory: «Mister, mango!»
 I turned away, closed my eyes, but I continue to feel the sight of an eye, all of the body to feel the presence of a number of old people praying with an expression on his face. 

Started the fight nerves. The fight for my wallet. 

I do not give up. 

The old woman, losing the battle of nerves, replaced by a young girl, which is decomposed into a simple twist goods: beads, beads, purses ... and periodically urged to commit to a purchase. 

Then again, the boy, but the other, the other old, same old boy, another old woman, two girls offering to do massage, offering to buy old coins ... 

On the coin, I padok, reaches out, in vain do it, old woman, sensing my interest, sits side by side, moving the old coins, is considering them, and that is likely to mean enthusiasm, schebechet in their own language. 

Nearby sits a son, it goes through the same procedure of violence; first bought my mango, then put on my arm bought beads, and then made himself a pedicure, waived massage: one girl, mash it shoulders, the other leg. He saw that I did not stray from the old, brought his voice: «Buy, father, a coin on strings, Put on your neck - even if everyone sees that you are a collector». 

But I do not buy, otvozhu glance to the side, and win this fight. 

The old woman leaves. 

Near hear romp: a tourist is very similar to that of «a new Russian», but not Russian, enough annoying boy and run to the water, throws it into the sea. Swim, a boy takes his basket with pineapple and goes in our favor. 

My son cries to him: «Do you want to eat a pineapple». 

The boy replied: "No, mister." 

- «I do not want». 

Overwhelming victory, muzzy boy bypasses us. But the old woman, who quit at the party once again sent to me. 

I fell inside. 

  On a purely Russian language, I scream that wanted to spit on her coins, and now begin to throw in the old sea. My aggression is valid for the old woman, she turns to the side. 

- «What, Dad, they will not understand». 

- «Even as understand when starting to tear to pieces ...» 

We are beginning to bypass the party - is a welcome rest. 

All ten minutes of rest, the son looks at his watch: it's time to go for lunch. 

... 

If you have strong nerves, and do you like pineapple, mango, coin purses, beads, statuettes and all the Chinese in general nonsense, go to Vietnam, relax on a sandy beach in Hoyan - you get a «true pleasure».