Every time I read posts such as “President Dmitry Medvedev wrote in his blog/microblog..." for some reason it immediately seems that Dmitry Anatolich comes home, takes off his suit, wears sports pants with stretched knees and a colored T-shirt, t-shirts. Cuts a computer, drives a cat off the keyboard, makes a tea or opens a bottle of the Baltics (we support the domestic manufacturer!). Checks mail and news from friends in social networks, reads a friend in ZŽ, stones, sometimes applies to a cup of tea / bottle of the Baltic. All such home. And the wife cries out of the kitchen: "Dimma, go to dinner, the borscht will shrink!"

I have an inflamed imagination...