Early morning. and freezing. About -31. Somewhere in Siberia.
I go to work, I smoke, I think of something my own... A man goes by, he slides (he slides well, everything is right - his legs to the top, a cockpit on the ice), falls and rises, pronouncing with indiscriminate notes of terrible insult to life: “Be your mother!” Why am I born in Siberia and not in the equator? Happiness would live with blacks, monkeys eat..."