I am, therefore, in such a terrible and unmoving blockade. In the car, the radio plays and suddenly begins to play the song of DGT "Glaziska" Who knows the text or at least sing this song, will immediately understand that there is simply no possibility to sing under it with an indifferent face! Be sure to move the eyebrows harshly and the head so forward and back in the takt shakes. Well, of course, I sat down and with full pleasure, curling, corching the harsh grimas, singing to Shevchuk. And what? The windows in the car are closed, no one is disturbed by the lack of hearing and voice. And then from the car in front of the driver's side comes out a notebook. I watched and read: I also listen to our radio. I never wanted to get out of the trap! The rest of the road to the lighthouse was sitting almost silently and, nervously shaking, imagined how this driver stumbled when he had a radio sounding of DDT in his car, and a cartoon behind.