Originality of Creativity:
By the way, today in Omsk the whole day of the day, after the universe, I sat at the bus stop waiting for the bus. Well, I was there slightly filled with snow (the smallest), and I am sitting in the headphones, depicting a steep drummer on the barrels. A grandmother passes by with a little girl (well, a girl aged 5-6 years from strength). She first watched me squeeze my feet under the music, then began to say something. Well, because of the headphones in my ears, I heard nothing, removed the headphones and asked to repeat. The girl in the tone of a fifty-year-old dwarf says “You are deaf?” and I show her headphones and say that there is music and because of it I can’t hear anything. Here she changes anger for mercy and asks "Is it not cold for you? There is snow on you". I say "No, not cold" And here she makes fatalities. She says, “You’re going to melt, or you’re going to break the planet, my grandmother’s going to break your feet.” At that moment my bus approached, and, not finding what to answer, I sat in it. She seems to have touched me.