I went to the post today. I go on a road filled with snow. In front of me is a mom, wearing something on the phone, and behind her is a son of four or five years. The path narrows, the little lags behind and it turns out that I walk between him and his mom. I go, so, and then suddenly under my ass comes a huge piece of so dirty snow cabbage. To say that I was sick – to say nothing. I turn to the child, he makes a frightened but very proud face, runs around me, catches up with the mother, who has already finished her phone conversation. And here I hear a loud dialogue:
and Mom! Mom to Mom! I threw my aunt in the dirty snow, she prevented me from passing!
How clever you are, my son, he is moaning, gliding on his head.
I swallowed even more. Either I’m stupid, or skiers don’t go, or I really don’t understand something in this life. I, as a fighter for justice, gently hinted that I was unpleasant, that I now have all my ass, and not only him, wet. I have never heard so much new about myself. I am afraid to think that she will grow up from her child. Russia is scary.