In the late 1980s, my mom’s friends got a long-awaited apartment. One night, a new house was built. There was a lot of people, they sat down until late, there was a lot of drink, but, as usual, it was not enough. Therefore, the owner of the house was sent to Uncle Cole for a supplement to one of his colleagues, because the shops were no longer working, and the soul demands the continuation of the banquet.

Time passes and the owner is not at home. Finally, there is a bell at the door. A man and a girl stand on the doorstep:

- Tell me, but this man (describe the appearance) does not live here?

and here. And what happened?

He is sitting in a neighbor’s house and crying.

They ran down, found Uncle Cole, asked what was going on with him, where he was hurt, what was going on.

He came back and could not find the house. 8 identical panel five-storey, late, in the street of no one, the number of the house out of his head fled, how to find his - does not know. From despair he sat on the bench and cried. And here was the couple going: the guy accompanied the girl.

“We wanted to go by, we thought, another drunk, but he was crying so bitterly that we came to find out what happened to him. I found out he was lost. On the suggestive questions remembered the floor and that the apartment is right, we approached and went to look for it. Your house was the fifth.

Judging by what temples are built, people do not pray for free.

I called a man for whom I worked. He asks to work again, to do about the same thing, the money offers about the same, but asks a very strange thing:

"Nothing if we transfer money to you on the card, just by the card number and without a contract? So that your name should not shine anywhere in particular?”

"Yes, in principle," I answer, but I wonder, "What kind of spy games? As if the last time we broke up without claims, you promised gold mountains, bonuses, bonuses - and paid everything exactly and just what was agreed. Even in time. So there are no complaints on my part... And there were no complaints on your part, did you accept everything without any problems?”

"Yes, no," he replies to me, "From our side, to your work, there are no claims, but that you remained without a premium, well, here you have yourself a little bit... So I just don't want this time to have problems... With payment, and in general..."

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“Well, do you remember that you were called on our company’s ‘timebilding’ on the turbine?”

"Well, I remember," I replied, "your financier, accountant or who she is there with you, all persuaded, although I told her several times frankly that I don't drink, I don't like shakes, so neither team building nor turbines are interested in me... And in general, dragging into the fuck that you chose for vacation was lazy... I thought she understood everything correctly. Or did she do it on her own account? She had plans for me...”

“Well, how do you tell... They were!”

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“She didn’t try for herself! Someone from the area came to her, she just liked you! So they developed a whole plan to get you married. How to dance you, how to feed you, how to drink you, where to "plan B" - if you didn't lie that you don't drink - take a computer so that you can "repair the internet"... And you took it stupidly and didn't come :) This relative of her now works with us as a sales manager, so they are both angry with you... So I want to hire you, but anonymously... It's a bit uncomfortable, but you understand..."

Well, what to say, I understand – really my cockerel...

Have you seen a woman pulling out a lick through a hoodie's sleeve? Imagine what it can do to your brain.

People just want childhood.

Tormented by mortgages, crazy communal services, miserable wages, bosses, mortgages and loans, sales “servants of the people”, housekeeping, the inevitable awareness of old age and nothingness...

People just want to be small. Instead of Putin, she is my mother. Instead of a mortgage, teaching. Instead of a dull, dull porn-drum, a man from the neighboring class who is happy to just carry a portfolio, without moving a worm in shorts... Without politics, without concerns, without problems – that’s what people want.

Everybody wants childhood. Childhood is perfectly careless, the absence of sexual instinct (i.e. with sincere emotions and passions) and faith in the good. A good future.