In one hospital in the chamber with me was a broken train driver. He pleased to tell what happened to him. The case was this: one fat woman decided to commit suicide and jump from the bridge under the train. But I didn’t count the moment and rolled my back into the front glass of the locomotive. My grandmother was also alive. In the words of the victim:

- I lead the train quietly, and here a huge JOPA rushes right into my head! ! to ! to