Yesterday at the exit of one of the night establishments of Tashkent.

Boy (10-12 years old), drunk uncle (45-50 years old): Uncle, buy a strawberry.

Uncle: Well, I haven’t eaten chicken for a long time. He buys a smell, starts a conversation with the boy. What are you doing here so late?

Boy: I help my mom sell the strawberry.

D: Boy, why is it here?

M: There are a lot of rich people here, they can buy a lot of strawberries. I will grow up and be the same. “It laughs.”

D: Logically, just remember – the people here are not happy, they pretend to be happy. Actually, happy people sleep at home with their wives and children. The hell here is full.

M: So you’re not happy either?

D: It bites the smell. and Zhou. He responds very calmly. “Yes, I’m not happy either.