The friends. A sad fact came to me. There was a kindergarten there a long time ago, and they said, “You go to school, you will sleep.” I thought, “I’ll go to the institute, I’ll go out.”"Nifiga. And I thought: I will finish school, I will finish the institute and I will be fine. And Nifiga: the school ended, the institute ended, went to work and realized that this was a new catarga, and for the rest of her life, not 5 years and not 11 and not 6 as in the institute, and all her life, no hope, plus the same early rises to the end of her life. Somewhere down there, from the garden itself. And about sleeping, what do I think now: "I will spit out in the grave"? So now I look with sympathy at schoolchildren and students who think that it will end someday, and with envy that they still have this illusion. This is shit, life is unfair.