1st of April. We sit with friends and a girl in a mac. And she's so quiet with me, if something doesn't suit her, then she sits like no business, cries, and so on. I ask her, what happened. She broke for a long time, eventually surrendered to my torture and interrogation, when everyone left to smoke, issued: "I did the test today." I, shocked, ask:"and what?", she sneezes. Within a second I quickly scrolled through my plans for the next eight years, reassuringly imagining how they, in the form of a pile of papers, are absorbed by the scraper. I went out to my friends and they said to me, “You’re somewhat pale.” I’m already thinking about where she needs to give birth, I don’t want to go to the nursery, there’s no Freud or fig. She asks me, “What do you think?” and “What do you think?” Well, I still had hope at that moment, the size of an electron of a carbon atom that was confused in the universe from a drop of the swallow of a Siberian flea, I and gry: "I think it's April 1st." She said:"Yes", she stopped and ran away. 0 0 0