We WINTER continues in every sense. Except perhaps the weather.
Today, the rain washed away from the roofs of the last pieces of snow.
I continue to live with his mother and listen as she was about one and a half months every day I read aloud the same newspaper. And with horror think that because he soon (unless of course I shall live) will be the same if not worse.
This morning, buy live fish at the market and a young saleswoman asked: "Grandpa, you cut off the fins (not me, fish)?" I came home and long longingly looked in the mirror at your old wrinkled face.
Along the way, continue to do in an apartment redecorated, getting on their skin repair invaluable experience. Yesterday he tried to simplify the technology and the new wallpaper glue to the old, twenty years ago. Well, that crazy enough to try a small area. But even that was enough to shake half an hour later the silence of the night in Tashkent classic Russian obscenities, whose fate now so worried Russian filmmakers.
So soon I will take in his brigade, blind, and loans to small show business Speaker advertising "mindless Disabled - tightrope walkers doing the euro-repair". Ha.Ha.Ha.
But yesterday I finally finished my last draw (this word is not very love superstitious pilots) picture. Look her in the attached file.
Forgive me, orthodox Christians, but I have tried to portray this dramatic biblical story as much as possible adhering the source (Mark, chapter 5, verse 41). The only joy delivers Hour TV. I did not turn off even when I sleep. Look only channels 1 and Football Culture. Yesterday Shvidkoy pleased once interesting and topical theme about electronic and paper books. I have on this subject there is a clear association. Reading e-books is the same as drinking vodka alone, in contrast to the warm company of friends. Or even more vividly: read the e-book is the same as that wank, but not to sleep with a live woman.
Well enough wailing. I'll wait for spring. I will go into the mountains and broke his head there. She told me no longer useful.