In his life as a student, for a couple of years he rented the floor of a private house near the main building of the university. Those who have ever lived in the private sector know that livelihoods are often pasted on lawns, along roads, etc.

One wonderful spring evening, I went on a date. The thunderstorm just shone, the evening sun warmed gently, the world was clean, shining with washed leaves and promised me a beautiful evening in the company of a girl. I put on white trousers and white shirts and headed to the bus stop. There were no people besides me at the stop. There was only a goat. A healthy goat with curved back rodents. Despite his terrible appearance, the goat did not inspire fear, as he passed peacefully not far from the stop and honored my disguised person only with a passing glance.

The buses went quite rarely, about every 30-40 minutes, so I smoked and gave in to the pleasant dreams of the upcoming date.

And this is how, dreaming and smoking, I hastily walked out along the stop. Then a train hit me behind me. In any case, I thought so. I don’t know what didn’t like to the goat: the smoke, my white clothes, or the fact of my presence where he wanted to pasture, but this cattle, coming behind my back, struck me into the fifth point with all its goat strength.

I flew three or four meters exactly. He landed in a huge hole. Should I say that my entire dress look was washed off in a second.) I stood up, turned around and looked at the goat. He stood at the stop and stared at me. In his eyes was a sense of determination and challenge. I did not accept the challenge and rushed to retreat.

The date did not happen. The back and lower back colored in colorful-lily shades and hurt for two weeks. And the goats I am now walking the tenth road.)