Reminded about the elections.
In the neighboring room lived Bukhari Kolyan, after whose death it turned out that neither relatives nor friends were going to bury him, so all the documents were issued by me, the death certificate was with me. Elections were soon held in the city. I come to the polling station in the morning and see that Knee is on the lists. As a clever woman, I pointed out to my aunt the mistake, went home, brought her a death certificate, so that she could cut out the knee.
Six months later, new elections. I come to the polling station half an hour before the closure, the passport, and Kolyan has already voted!
I was 20 years old. What you didn’t believe in childhood. Even in elections.