In the universe, in the early 2000s, a bartender worked in Kamchatka, I liked to walk home at night in the winter in good weather, about an hour and a half.

Especially when snow falls, almost warm and without wind. You walk around, fresh groves, huge snowflakes slowly fall before your face, a large moon shadows the snow with a blueish sparkling light. I want to shout something enthusiastically, but the silence around prohibits. Beauty and tranquility.

Someone passed by very rarely at night, tea is not MKAD. But sometimes I put out my hand with my thumb lifted up "auto-stop", if going bored and heard the car behind.

One day a little overtook and a new crochet stopped in front of me. Sitting in the car - behind the wheel was a shaved naked and with blue "hands" tattooed on the elbow, a man straight from the infamous nineties. He asked where I was, and they talked a little about nothing on the road.

I stopped at my bus stop and asked, “How much?” He said, “I am a taxi. He turned and left in the opposite direction. He didn’t need to go to my side at all, he just threw a stranger at night.

Leaders are divided into two categories: some know how to lead in a crisis, and others lead to a crisis with their leadership.

When I was 14 years old, my grandmother gave me chopsticks. Two years later, I gave them to my younger sister. When my sister was studying at school, she gave her wickets to a friend. I am now 34 years old. My husband recently brought me my puddles. She says that the mother at work was given by some employee, she was small, and the mother-in-law immediately realized that they were on my hand. These are the same, furry and old gloves that my grandmother wore when she was still alive.

and oh! Dollars for 75! Do you sell?
No, we are showing.
It is beautiful.

I have always loved digging into electronics, studying and finishing. It was still in school, and I was silly, but I knew it was mine. In 91, he gained access to IBM and began writing in Pascal. It was not a job for me, but a hobby. Then he entered the universe, the army, but the hobby did not go away. Even before the army, I went to work, wrote in Cobol and C in the unix system, and when they were paid, I stood red like cancer and couldn’t believe I was paid for what I would do for free. Then the army, writing programs on paper, sitting on duty, although the police officer mated and checked the records, trying to find the code. Then he returned to the same job, and a couple of years later finally found his company, sharpened under programming. And I still write programs, solving difficult tasks, and I still don’t understand what I’m being paid for. I like it.