It was in the famous Siberian city of Tomsk. I was working at the time on a petrochemical combination and got to work on a service bus that was running on schedule and at my stop was about 7 a.m.

I go out, I go out and I go to the stop, February, butterfly... Music in the headphones. I sneak on the snow, very hard... I had to go through the courtyard and get out on the road.

Here, by the edge of my eyes, I notice that a man stands at the corner of a cartilage, clothed on a wall and stands. Peace is worth it. I passed by and thought, "Well and Lujuji, they wave until morning and then can't get home without breathing, alkasha"... I go on. Then the picture comes to his head - his legs, their necklace so filled with snow, on the ankle exactly. “It probably has been around for a long time,” I thought. I turned and went to him with a quick step, I approached and said:

Why are you standing here at 6:45 in the morning? You have all your legs snowy!

He replied, “Son, take me home, I’m lost, I’m blind.”

Give me your hand, what address?

- The address is such (neighborhood house, it did not reach literally 50 meters).

He gives me a hand and she’s just ice. It was so cold that I had something in my throat and it was hard to talk. We went with him by the hand. I asked why it turned out that he was blind, at this time in the street frozen, lost. He will answer that when his wife died he almost immediately became blind and yesterday they had a anniversary and he went to church but on the way back lost and went home all night! They have children, but they do not visit him. We reached the entrance, he got the keys, I knocked on the home phone, entered the entrance. He asked me to put my hand on the staircase, thanked and said that he was already on his own. I ran to the stop and got on the bus, that day, from the windshield, he arrived later than usual...