History of Elections. I am not an Estonian – I was just lazy to write.

I met my neighbor on March 2 in the evening on the staircase.

I said goodbye, “Have you voted?” He is so pleasant to me—

“I have not been in elections for 20 years.” I am the “Principle.” My neighbor is strange.

He looked, breathed and said, “Come in!”

They went to the kitchen, he got a cognac, ate and told.

I worked as a supplier in the 1980s. Like in a comedy with easy

by ferry", received a direction somewhere to the Urals - travel - on the train

Moscow-Vladivostok is no longer there. In the morning, he went to the shop.

The station is at 4 hours. Here are the members coming in.

Election Commission with a portable urna. Today’s election, and

Give me your passport. He was able to fill the bucket. Galactic

It is not difficult to put.

But in the urn he could not put it.

He put his passport there.

All the trends.

Everyone knows when and where the urns are opened. Supplier without passport

No one needs authority either.



Neighbor says that almost a year after that he did not drink - and hear about elections

can not.