In 2009, I went to my relatives in Ukraine. We were three, my wife and a four-year-old daughter.

Already on the way back, coming to the border, I understand that I still have a fairly large amount in hryvnia.

The next time I could go to relatives not sooner than in a year, I think I need to spend some money.

I went to the store, I bought all the food and for the remaining money vodka.

Vodka in Ukraine then (I don’t know how now) was cheap and good.

We went to the Ukrainian customs. Ask to open the luggage. The following dialogue follows:

So what is here with us? The Alcohol! How lucky are you?

6 liters of vodka.

Did you know that you can take out of the country no more than 2 liters of strong alcohol per person?

We three too.

The child is very small, but the girl does not drink.

How do you know?

Customs officers hit and missed without further inspections.

He tied his daughter’s coat. It was great, not to be distinguished from the factory. A week later, the coat was stolen from the school’s closet. The husband brought his daughter in his jacket. A few days passed and my mom called and told me that a girl was walking in the park wearing a coat very similar to ours. I climbed very fast, looking — indeed, a girl in our coat. Walking with Mom and Dad. I approached and polently asked where they got that stuff from. They say that my grandmother brought it from abroad. I explained that the coat was handcrafted, and that I tied it. The mother of the girl was surprised, and the dad became nervous and began to call his parents. A few minutes later, my grandfather came to me and began to scream at me, “Lying! The German coat. The company! We have a check!” I just flipped. She said I had evidence: remnants of threads, spare buttons, photos. And most importantly - the underlay is sewn with your hands, it is not a factory for you. After these words, the mother of the girl took off and returned the coat to me. She said, “I am so ashamed of you.”

She asked me to see what happened to her computer. She complained that the car is abnormally "silent" and pepiodically squeezing. I ppaevily stated that I refused the ventilatorp in the power unit. Subpuška was a fierce buyer, and apparently bought ppi pabote constantly; the tobacco resin hit not only the ventilator BP, but also the ppocessopic bullet. The CD-ROM subset also did not go out on the same lines. It was the only computer in my practice that died from buying.

When I was a child, I had a period when my mom went to the strawberry in Poland, and I stayed with my grandmother and grandfather. I was 6 years old, maybe? Maybe seven, I was already in school. No mobile phones, only a fixed phone. And in the evening, after dinner, (the grandfather worked as a night guard, he was not at home), I go to my grandmother before going to bed to wish her a peaceful night - and she lies and stands, does not speak. Bad for her. At the time, my grandmother was just under fifty years old, and her health was always excellent until then. I panicked into the neighbors (a house for two apartments, issued from the factory). The neighbor opened a few minutes after the knock, I was already licked with tears and soaps. I heard that my grandmother was sick... She told me to call the hospital. The door shut. To other neighbors to run is not an option - far away, and the dogs there for the night descended from the chain, not away from the fence to people.

I went back to my grandmother and grabbed the phone book, trying to find the hospital number - an ambulance then, if I remember correctly, was not. It was necessary to call the hospital and, if lucky, the car will be free and will arrive (a small town at all, one hospital and one ambulance). I cry, I try to find that fucking number, the grandmother is no longer standing, just lying. It was very, very scary and unclear what to do. Mother doesn’t call, to Poland... And grandfather worked far away, there half an hour on a bicycle to go.

Two minutes later, a neighbor broke into the house, I still remember - in pants, but without a shirt, barefoot. I looked at my grandmother and ran to start the car straight, undressed. He carried her there and took her away. I didn’t sleep that night, it was terrible. In the morning he came and said that everything was fine with her, her heart grabbed hard, a micro-infarct or something.

My grandmother was well after the incident, she lived for almost fifteen years. She was taken to the hospital on time.

A good man neighbor was, served us in a similar way a couple of times, carried me to the hospital twice when the ambulance was busy. I didn’t even say goodbye to his wife after that. She told me in the morning that as I could, he didn’t sleep before work because of me. A dog, not a man. In the head still does not fit how she could block the door in front of the child, I knew that the mother was not at home, only me and my grandmother.

Hope is a dream within the limits of what is possible.

Indian actor Amir Khan made a very unusual donation. From his face, the poor were given 1 kg of flour. and all. 1 kg per person. Since it was only 1 kilogram of flour, many people did not come for extradition. But there were only those who really needed and who had nothing to eat. As a result, everyone who took help found 15,000 rupees in bags with flour. The money was given to those who really needed it.

During pregnancy, I could not sleep: then the couch was uncomfortable, then the pillow was hard... She gave birth. Now I lean to the doorstep, and it is soft-soft.