In shelter, I go into my room. On the bed is a neighbor with a crazy view, wrapped in a pit. He asks me:
“Michael, do you believe in miracles?
No, I do not believe!
Look at it! - and take hands for the naked wires that hang out of the roof. You see! You see! I was not hit by the current.
Oh, this is this. I also had such a miracle now, the switch ticked, and the light did not light up. There is no blasphemy in the house, Apostle Andrew, you are mine! Stop drinking beer, go drinking beer!
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