<wasisualij> my friend told me how he was in depression right after his immigration a year before that: all foreign, everything is not so. The bread is not the same, the climate is not the same, everything is unclear.
And here he goes into the kitchen in depression, opens the refrigerator, and a huge cockroach runs through the refrigerator door. And my friend even rejoiced: finally at least something familiar with which he knows exactly what to do. He took off his shoe, swallowed...
<wasisualij> A cockroach raised its wings and flew out the window.
<wasisualij> And a friend sat down and cried.
<Hobober>...the tobacco whispered in the window