In my childhood I had toys. There was no Barbie. There was no money in the 90s. My best friend had 40 of them. The real ones. She even sometimes let me touch them, not just watch her play. She was brought by her sister from Moscow. And here, at her sister’s next arrival, I picked it up and cried, “Barbie, please bring me.” I’m terribly ashamed of these words now, but I was 6-7 years old. After a while, my girlfriend’s sister came back, boasting me with a new doll. I forgot about my request. I didn’t even think she would be executed. So 15 years have passed. My friends and I separated in high school. We met and walked. And here she tells me this story. You remember, you asked my sister to bring a doll. She bought it for you. I was sorry to give it and I left it to myself. You saw her later when we were playing.” Here you can consider me whoever you want – I came back after the meeting and cried for a long time. I was sorry for the little girl who dreamed of Barbie. I was sorry for being small. And here is the paradox, I lived well without knowing this story. I remembered that request. I did not expect any gift. I know no one owes me anything. She told me that and I am sorry. I want to buy a doll. I choose very jealously. Such things.

Xxx: Recently accidentally poured tea in the office. I found a shovel and a hose to clean up. A colleague who observed these actions asks:

You must have served in the army, right?

I studied in the military university, I answer.

It is noticeable. You are so cleverly weaponized.

Xxx: When I was in the third class, we found someone throwing out a sea pig. While we carried her home, a boy came to us from the neighboring courtyard and asked where we would go.

I told him that there was a cage for the rabbit at home and that she would live there, and he replied that the pig was marine, that he had to live in the water, that he had an aquarium and we had to give him the pig so that he could place it in that aquarium and fill it with water.

As a graduate child, I told him that the pig was called so because it was brought from South America and was originally overseas, and then lost.

Patsanu had nothing to do and he went home, and the pig successfully settled in my cage (where she lived for a long time and a lot of shit).

In the morning he was already waiting for me on the way to school and said that he asked his father about where the pigs should live and his father said that I was a pigeon. I did not find anything to answer then.

So, Oleg S., if you are reading this text, then know: Dubaeb is you.

I do not like to waste money. But the best way to use the money has not yet been found.

In the second year of university study, we started a course in psychology. Prepod was a corresponding, such an evasive type. On the first pair, he gave a jokeful advice for the future: always go to work with a folder of documents, the table of the worker also filled with pieces of various papers, carry them with you even to the dining room and then the bosses will consider you a hardworking and valuable worker, as if you did not roll a fool. A month after this lecture, the lecturer was appointed dean. I still remember that advice :)

We have not yet gotten away from “forced corruption”, and here is a new trick – foreign citizenship of overwhelming force.

Xxx: I go to the store near the house and also take chicken barks for the dog, and there two sellers, one for 40 years and the other young, but with a kind of sense of humor. I go to them and ask the young woman if there is any dog joy. she answers: the chicken heads are over, but there is a head of a sheep, the truth has to separate it from the body, do you have a tail with you?

He points his finger at his partner.