When we had a baby, the question arose about buying a house. He has to spend the whole summer in the city. In the end, they found a good option in the village and bought it. The place is good. A forest, a river, a large area. On it, a house, a garage with a garage, a bathroom, a basement...

The problem is that we didn’t get along with our neighbors. It’s not that we’re hostile – they just ignore us and we ignore them. The foreign people. I am a sociable person and I suffer from it. When I suffer, I drink.

The burial was good. Cold and dry. We now store all the unspoiled products there. and alcoholic. I go somehow in the universe thirst already in the morning for another bottle of vodka in the basement. In the street is autumn, not that rose, not that cold. And the mist. Beautiful and thick like cream. You stretch out your hand without seeing your fingers. I took a bottle in the basement and got up around the fog. I can’t see any of it, and I got caught up here. From thirst, from loneliness, I just sleep, the hell knows what - I woke up in my whole voice in the fog, like in the cartoon of Norstein:
“Well badly!”

And I didn’t have time to enjoy the echo in absolute silence, as a distorted echo-spoken voice cried out from a distance: “Yozhiiyik!”

- Lošaaadkaaa - I wept and moved to the sound with a bottle in my hand
The Yogi! The voice is getting closer...

I walked out of the cage and went on the road. A few minutes later, the horse and I met.

I woke up in a strange house, carefully laid in bed. Early in the morning, in the village, I was bitten, fed and taken home.
They apologized for me to my wife, who just woke up and still did not understand anything. But after a week, all the neighbors recognized us as their own. We have good people in the villages, good people. It looks crazy, but only open up, give them an impulse - and there will be no trace of the wall of misunderstanding.