Walked at a wedding. The celebration took place in the sanatorium, in the hall, which ended with a decent terrace, part of the guests outdoors. The day was clear, no clouds, and the guests were still sober. In the evening (almost dark) the weather began to ruin, the degree of guests began to overtake the critical mark. The storm was expected to start. It is more like the storm of a century than the rain: the wind, the grass, the lightning. Everyone came from the terrace into the hall, and here the electricity is turned off. One of the guests (a solid man, forty years old, in a suit, already quite tired) suddenly jumps out onto the terrace, and with the words, "You, fuck, the light is turned off, I will break you like an oxygen heater, be in the finger", pulls the index finger to the sky, "Be here, creature," he cries. All the guests are frozen, silence, suddenly a stunning lightning explosion, a bright flash and a tree falls in the park in front of the sanatorium on a dark background. All in shock, the women whispered, and the man didn’t even shake, shouting: “Mimo, shit, you’re what cash, make, I said where to beat you.”