When I was a kid, I loved candy. I could only eat them, according to my grandfather. One day, he decided to see how much his aunt and her five-year-old health could have. I went to the store and bought a chocolate bag. The candy was then called Kazbek. He sat his aunt at the dinner table, put a bag in front of her and said, eat a little girl. Aunt Ludda ate half a sack, walked around, came and ate the remains. In the evening, grandfather grabbed lilies from his grandmother and no longer experimented with food.

Once they sat on a Saturday afternoon family and talked about nothing and my mom remembered something about how she taught my older brother out of greed. I didn’t remember it because my brother was eight years older than me, and I... say five. And here my mom bought a cake, and in the times of the USSR such purchases were not done every day. She cut off us a piece and removed the rest from the table and from sin away to the refrigerator. As I moved away, my brother snatched both pieces. I understood the matter, and my mother taught him for greed, forcing him to eat the whole cake! Two kilograms of anything to eat is quite difficult, and oil cake is too much. The outcome, you know, was predictably obvious.



Here we sit, remember, laugh, people are adults already, I am about 30, my brother under forty already. He said, “You’d punish me like that now, Mom! My mom went to the store and brought a big cake!!! I said eat!

The brother poured a large cup of tea, and took a bigger bead, soup. I sat in front of the TV and put the whole cake in one bowl in 20 minutes!



In general, we had fun, we talked and all seemed to be okay, but only one thought turned in my head all night afterwards, and how crazy, when I was a child, I didn't get the cake again today!

It was in the famous Siberian city of Tomsk. I was working at the time on a petrochemical combination and got to work on a service bus that was running on schedule and at my stop was about 7 a.m.

I go out, I go out and I go to the stop, February, butterfly... Music in the headphones. I sneak on the snow, very hard... I had to go through the courtyard and get out on the road.

Here, by the edge of my eyes, I notice that a man stands at the corner of a cartilage, clothed on a wall and stands. Peace is worth it. I passed by and thought, "Well and Lujuji, they wave until morning and then can't get home without breathing, alkasha"... I go on. Then the picture comes to his head - his legs, their necklace so filled with snow, on the ankle exactly. “It probably has been around for a long time,” I thought. I turned and went to him with a quick step, I approached and said:

Why are you standing here at 6:45 in the morning? You have all your legs snowy!

He replied, “Son, take me home, I’m lost, I’m blind.”

Give me your hand, what address?

- The address is such (neighborhood house, it did not reach literally 50 meters).

He gives me a hand and she’s just ice. It was so cold that I had something in my throat and it was hard to talk. We went with him by the hand. I asked why it turned out that he was blind, at this time in the street frozen, lost. He will answer that when his wife died he almost immediately became blind and yesterday they had a anniversary and he went to church but on the way back lost and went home all night! They have children, but they do not visit him. We reached the entrance, he got the keys, I knocked on the home phone, entered the entrance. He asked me to put my hand on the staircase, thanked and said that he was already on his own. I ran to the stop and got on the bus, that day, from the windshield, he arrived later than usual...

How many times have I tried to go where my eyes can look? Every time I was in the refrigerator.

The Baptist has a birthday. Seven or six year old friends came to visit. Kids have fun under supervision.
Adults are sitting in the neighboring room at a separate table - already well greeted, relaxed, quietly talking. I stick in the phone.
Suddenly runs a man named with a clutch of Spider-Man, Hulk...
He addresses me:
Who was your favorite hero in the first class?
I didn’t get off the phone:
In the first class? Pioneer hero Marat Kazay.
The boy runs away. I raise my eyes at my friends:
What are you riding?

The American drone that flew over the Russian military base has returned with the Yandex.Browser installed.