I visited a friend in another city. And here, one late evening, when I was sitting in the kitchen for a compost, he comes in so worried and begins to search the kitchen. I ask, what are you looking for? “I can’t find the mirror. I put it in a pack with the charging and the lens and there is no package.”

We searched together. without a result.

You know, I probably dropped this package with garbage yesterday! The garbage was dumped and seized. Let’s go to wash. We look there!

We dress up and go. The boxes near the house are full. I looked up, but where was it... It became clear that if there was a package somewhere, inside these tanks. What to do?

I have an idea! Let’s find a bombardment, pay him money and let him in this tank and find that damn package!

We call a taxi. The night. The taxi driver: “Where are we going?”

We need to find a bomb. Here we picked up the cloth, laying on the seat. Go to market. I know, there was one place for them.

We come to the market, empty, closed. We walked around, fig there. The Taxi:

It’s too late, they’re probably already sleeping.

Where can they be?

It can still be at the station.

Go to the station. Empty too. We travelled around the city for training and returned.

Well, you’ll have to see, you’ll have to go there yourself. Is it worth it?

Yes it stands. Wait here, I am now.

Comes dressed up. The clothes are clean, just old.

And he starts taking out the bag and transferring it to the neighbor.

Are you sure this is the bag?

Yes, of course! I dropped to the left.

He cries, I light up the phone. At the bottom he finds his suitcase of garbage.

Here is my package! Uff!

And the camera?

The time...

Draw the tank to the end. There is no second camera. We go home.



We go to the village on the weekend. There his friends, relatives... A friend comes, brings a bag with a camera.

You came to the shelters a week ago. I forgot the package.

A conversation between two men, 50 years old. Listened in line, with observance of mass mode and distance.



- You, fucking, these fools from GAI for nothing took the son's rights.

And what happened?

At the parking lot near the store, he grabbed the mirror of the neighboring car and left. Imagine for some mirror and deprived of rights.

So he was not deprived of the mirror, but for leaving the place of the accident. He would call the commissioners, pay a thousand for the registration and leave quietly.

He couldn’t stay, he was a little drunk.

This happened when I was 15 weeks pregnant. One night I woke up from the fact that the baby first started pushing. I was very happy and wanted to share this with my husband. But he, unfortunately, was asleep, and it was a pity to wake a working man. I didn’t think of anything better than taking his hand and putting it on my stomach in the hope that he would feel the movement through his sleep. And here, I take his hand, I try to squeeze into my pyjamas, and suddenly... the husband (sleeping) sharply tears out his hand, pushes me off, swings off his hands, wraps in the blanket, turns away from me and sleeps on. I am very upset and confused trying to fall asleep too. And I am offended, on the one hand, and on the other - what demand from a sleeping person.

My husband wakes up in the morning and tells me. You know, I said, I had such a wild dream. I stand in a line, and suddenly the man standing in front of me turns, takes my hand and swims in his pants.

Do not sneeze in the sleeve. They smell!

Compliance and psychological installation

Before my Iljuha was going to enter the institute, we had an agreement with him: you go to the budget - we rent you an apartment; you get paid - all the money goes to study, you live in a household. Well, to promote, told a couple with a beloved wife, how it is disgusting in communities, inflicted a sense of horror. Even the sister, who lived in the Lviv community for 5 years, added.

In that university, at which Iljuha decided to stop, he did not pass on the budget, so we, as we talked about, took him to the dormitory, met with the commander, and went back. Companion and Companion. As all...

Half a year later, the commander tells me that my boy and his neighbor are about to be expelled. Because they do, shit what.

My shit is doing what? I was surprised and began to understand.

I found out. They placed a child in a room with a crazy four-year-old. Crazy in the literal sense. The walls, cabinets, ceiling and all the free surfaces he painted with absolutely delirious pictures in dark tones.

Periodically, this comrade uses all kinds of unknown substances, as a result of which he suddenly begins to roar and run around the room, then moves the cabinets, then speaks music in the middle of the night at full volume, then at 4 am he gets enough hammer and begins to sneeze in the wall.

My Ilucha living space - a bed and a table with a laptop, on everything else - an extremely creative mess of "colleagues". A comrade lives in a room with a girl, periodically giving up to love comforts and brightly giving up to student fun. They live in full.

Neighbors wrote statements and jabees a hundred times.

And since Iljuha is silent and does not complain about anything, then, in the opinion of the commander, either he himself is involved in this, or he is all-suited.

When I learned all the details of such an existence, I raised the gray hair everywhere and asked the child a reasonable question.

Why did you keep silent all this time?! to

I got a reasonable answer.

– Well, you said it would be fucking...I thought, here’s it!

Moscow has acquired Russia’s largest masks manufacturer.
This means only one thing: the mass regime will be extended in Moscow for at least a year!!! to