We had a similar dwarf on the street (in the private sector is not the courtyard, but the street is the place of residence of puzzles), which was 5 years older than me and constantly did all kinds of shit. Then he could swallow his face in the cake on a child's day, then burn it with urticaria, then pour it out with mud, then the ball from the pyre will swallow when I am at the gates. The collection of turbo fantasies and bomb-bim-bombs he also deceived me in an unfair way.

The last drop was when I gathered the bushes of God’s bushes (I picked 20 pieces in a glass – he was a naturalist) and played with them, and he came up with the words “let’s see” and rolled them out on the road and crushed them. All of them. With a provocation. I couldn’t even cry out of shock.

I have to say that my mother is a very devout woman and she always told me before going to bed to read a prayer and ask God what I want. So, from that day on, I always asked Godzhenka before I slept to let this guy die naked.

When he was 15 or 16 years old, he was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, and the next day we learned that he died of a myocardial infarction.

That is how I believed in a miracle. Since then, he has been very careful in his wishes.