Yesterday I learned what a gesture was...when I saw a guy at the Kazan station...all in black, such a leather coat, polished black cowboys on my legs, leather gloves, black pants and sweaters, long black hair...well, you can see that he was a goat or a metallurgist...but he stood and drank a strawberry miracle-milk right out of a pack...I almost killed myself on a Moscow-blue-win train...