The New Year promises not snow.
YYYY: Well... again rockets into dog fucking...

Taurus: Do you know why the bourgeoisie calls the front glass wind?
SloVit: No
Taurus: Because they get stuck

The inscriptions on cars.

Nothing is as positive in the morning as the inscription “Cover, I attack!” on the car crane that overtakes you.

Nothing distracts as much from work as the constant counting of time.

remaining until the end.

by Yuri Tatarkin