I thought here what. The invitation to Isa’s wedding, which was in early August, and which he sent me by mail, has not yet arrived. The postcard that Stepan sent me this summer, too. When I received a package in the winter, I found only a re-notification of it in the mailbox. That is to say, at least three letters to my address canule hera knows where. And what, in the end, I thought: maybe people write to me, mailings, postcards, and I sit, a fool, and I do not know, and they are offended, think that I do not answer?
How much evil does the Russian Post bring to this world :(