Victor Kustikov: The vedra in the sky did not launch, the night vase (pot) was needed. In the school years, they were stunned by blowing ballons from the syphon. The scheme is known: sulfur from light bulbs or powder, as a flame of sticks from the pen. Once after school with the boys went to the building with another balloon, the imagination was already exhausted, and then a pot fell on the eyes. Next to it was a large table with a metal table. I put a bottle on the table, I light a fire, I cover with a pot. The pot blows up to the sky, and very high. No one noticed the noise of the explosion. Nearby works a height crane, and above the crane in a radius of a couple of kilometers there is nothing. The pot falls from the top on the crane, begins to rumble over metal structures like a wolf's helmet in a famous cartoon and falls to the feet of the strawper. The crane stops the crane. Follow this dialogue:
What shit are you?
I don’t know, the pot.
What pot?
The shit in which.
- Where is he from?
Maybe he was thrown out of the plane or the astronauts.