I went on a day with my husband on the drug market. As I walk past the wedding dress section, my gaze stops at one of them. I imagine myself in this beautiful dress. I whispered my husband’s ear:

“Andrei, let’s get divorced and get married again!

The response followed immediately:

I’t take that risk in your place.

On the same field, the bee finds flowers and honey, and the fly finds dirt and dirt.
The same goes for the Internet: one finds useful knowledge and the other seeks and finds dirt for the soul.

“Don’t fly to Europe.”
The case was this morning. The Munich airport. Nearly simultaneously two flights depart: MAU to Kiev and S7 to Moscow. Back to passport control.
Stand for 40 minutes. But there is a fast line for people with disabilities. And for some reason, it clearly breaks young and healthy people. The border guard did not call them. Guess who? A person of 10 from each of these two flights I exactly counted while the hour was in line. So why?
Why shouldn’t Europeans be ashamed? And in the post-Soviet brains such a primitive trick is the norm. You clock stand, and I'm a "type disabled" will pass without a line. Certificate confirmation does not ask, so can? is shameful. It is offensive. I was ashamed and upset all morning.
He got up early and spent the entire peak hour in Munich traffic. Bicycles, how many of them and how well organized! People massively drive to work on the great because they know that they are considered, respected and they will come alive. Carrying children on wheelchairs to kindergartens. I saw my mom carrying the twins in a special two-seat bicycle chair, which is attached to the front. I saw a wheelchair for a child. This is death on our roads. European style of life and freedom.
I know Munich badly and confused the ranks a couple of times. But they didn’t signal me or shout, “Dude, where are you going? They went!” I was missed with a smile. Aggression, selfishness, the habit of ignoring the rules and thinking only about yourself - all this in the blood of many "post-Soviet". In other words, the mentality. Until it changes, nothing will happen.
Everyone enjoys insulting the president and the authorities, writing problems on them. “This is our country,” many people like to say. Friends, the country is its citizens. We are with you. Yes, we are not lucky with presidents. But looking at how our people take up seats for people with disabilities, do not give way to women in the transport and do not get the entrances in which they live, and still are all the time dissatisfied with everything, I understand: no government will change the country until we change ourselves. You have to start with yourself.
I feel sad every time after Europe. Sometimes from the plane. The example today. I always register in advance for a flight and choose a place near the illuminator. I come, I am busy. This is often the case on our flights. I kindly ask to move. In response to me, as if with a reproach, they pointed to a place near the passage with a trailer: "So this is the same place, sit here, or did you sleep at the window?" I know ours. Going against the rules, people try to expose others as idiots and justify themselves. In any situation.
Culture is about small things. Such as sitting in the seat that you have in the ticket, not the one that you liked more. He said, “Maybe it will break.” It’s as simple as brushing your teeth, washing every day and not wearing one socks for 3 days, especially in the heat, forcing people in public transport to squeeze their noses and go aside.
The president, parliament and financial situation have nothing to do with this. It is not the president who parks on the lawns and watches in the elevators. Not because of poverty after a picnic in parks and forests, people leave a bunch of garbage. Deputies do not hinder collecting garbage in a bag and taking it with you.
I apologize for the emotionality and rude expressions. Some sort of hopelessness. and honestly. At least don’t fly to Europe, so that you don’t get disappointed and don’t feel ashamed. Such thoughts. But now I have arrived, and despite anything, I understand that I adore my country. We just need to re-educate some people. Not all, but many.

Why do prostitutes not go to parliament? Because they are accustomed to fulfilling their commitments.