Memories of Childhood *
I am 10 years old, I run down the stairs, winter, on my hands - puffy gloves.
The gloves so gorgeously slide over the plastic on the perils, you want to escape from this faster and faster...
On the first floor, in order not to slip into the door, I lower my hand below to hold on to the metal part of the laundry.
and discharge*
No Signal *
No Signal *
No Signal *
No Signal *
>ping 127.0.0.1 -t
Reply from 127.0.0.1: bytes=32 time<1ms TTL=128
Reply from 127.0.0.1: bytes=32 time<1ms TTL=128

I woke up on the street, with my nose in the hole, a knot on my head, and opened the door to the street with my forehead.

Cut out entirely.
I have respected static since then.