A crowd gathered to celebrate the New Year. A few hours before 12 am I get sick, I lose consciousness. I woke up in the hospital, and next to it was only a girl from that company and... no one else. Friends, the girl, as it turned out later, nobody wanted to interrupt the fun and drive with my body. In addition to this very girl, who then brought me things, and cooked meals all week, and came to the dispatch. It seemed sad, and as if he got rid of human garbage in his life. And I found love. Because I didn’t want to let this girl go after that, so we still live.
A true Peter's intellectual will never say that you are an ordinary bastard.
He will say, “You are not submerged, O human being!“”