I have a best friend. A fun girl, but she doesn't like to understand anything thoroughly. Knowledge is superficial, for which I often heard detailed explanations of certain phenomena.

And some time ago, six and a half years ago, we talked to her and I complained to her about my loneliness. And then she, knocking herself on her forehead, cries out:

“I know who you need! You perfectly fit with each other! You are both so boring!*”

In a few weeks she will introduce me to her good friend, and what do you think? With this beautiful, smart, knowing almost everything, we have been together for six years, and we really perfectly fit each other.

There is a water park at TRC Peterland and there is a pit with a depth of probably 5-6 meters for freedives and aqualangists. And here I was a beginner "freediver", several times calmly reached the bottom, but I couldn't lie on the bottom - the volume of the lungs pushed out. Having done hyperventilation on top, dive and while immersed specifically devastated the lungs completely, going to the bottom with a toporic. Lieing on the bottom of this pool for 20 seconds, he looked at the floating legs of the floaters from above and decided to pop up. But then the difficulty arose... I floated out of the feelings of those 4 meters of eternity. There was no panic, but it was very difficult. The oxygen burned from powerful movements - instantly. A little more and I would start swallowing water from spasms.

Now I write and my hands sweat from memories.

I go to the Gazelle route. Next to me is a young man with a little son (4 years old). In front of him are three young girls in full attributes - sweat STRONG above the knee. The girls are fun talking. Suddenly the little boy pushes a serious face to his father’s ear and whispers very loudly, pointing his finger to the girls:

Daddy and Daddy! See also! The trousers!

Immediately the red-haired boy whispered to his son in response:

Closer and quieter! I see!