Not history, but a kaleidoscope of memories of the 31st of December.
We met NG and on duty at the Hospital and in hospitals - well, yes, we drank a drink, but we also treated, and pulled out, and all, thank God, are alive...
Once in the New Year's Eve they went out of the table, my duty was, at the shutdown of electricity, half a city without light and a tree tree... by two o'clock of the night the accident officers did everything, "at Moscow time" the people and the TV looked, and the champagne was not blindly opened...
Once, a student who was late from the train for New Year’s drunkenness, a police patrol carried me down with the words, “Let’s go at -54 degrees at night, you’ll freeze again, go, drink there.”
And in the planes of the NG met, and in the trains... pilots and mechanists with steward stewards served, smiled and congratulated...
How many times the taxi drivers in the focus at midnight to the place...

To all who work on the New Year’s Eve – health!
And a small drink!