Today we have a relatively cold. Happy flying white flies , but they were few and road, Praise be to Allah , remained dry and not slippery. But the cold still scolded me. While lying in the hospital on a drip , I caught a bad cold .
Now that's smeared on top of the old Soviet nose ( Vietnamese ) balm "Star" and am breathing vile smell socialist ingredients. Cat afar with contempt watching me and come up and ask for a loaf of bread with nuts and raisins , which I now eat does not want. Squeamish .
I now attend a day hospital , where I faithfully inject drugs overseas . While sympathetically interested , whether they help . DASH helps neither .
This morning I did ultrasound of internal organs. And, like the famous character Jerome K. Jerome from the book " Three Men in a Boat ... " found in them all the possibilities of illness, except perhaps the " generic fever ".
Ha, Ha, Ha , but in this little funny .
Bad feeling in my heart young , eyeing the girls legs and clearly understand that you are already old and sick . But nothing can be done about it. It remains to recall his Neskuchnoye life and enjoy what has been and that is. Brains and other organs of the remains .
This month, I was pleased with the Mundell and Khodorkovsky .
First that lived to 95 years and died surrounded by beautiful grandchildren , and the second that last but not least, sovdepovsky prisoner was released .
I think both of them are now nicely .
And as he said Rubik Mimino "If it would be nice, then I will be happy ".
Well, so far , whole ,
Nicholas Rusin .