Congratulations on your upcoming holiday VICTORY!
This holiday will always be a favorite for our generation. For he clung to all the cells of our body at the genetic level.
I remember my father crying even in those days.
And the windows of neighboring houses always sounded a discordant chorus of drunk. Therefore, even his hype in the media does not cause rejection my tired and diseased brain.
We in Uzbekistan is hypocritically renamed, although left public holiday.
I finally finished his long (for the wrong proportions) picture and anticipating questions from the audience, half I thought today its sense. But nothing came up.
We assume that it depicts defective inner world of its author. The only thing I can say about her motives, so this is my recent very close contact with the spirit and the specifics of the Russian railways. The amount of soot on the cars which increases proportionally to the square away from Moscow. About morals, I do not say. Beautifully written about them still Nikolai Gogol and Venichka Yerofeyev.
I had planned to spend HOLIDAY mountains and even uncovered his ice-ax, but because of the delay in pensions and sudden weather (MES intimidated his SMSkami avalanche and mudflow hazards) campaign have put off for a few days.
That that would have to drink vodka in Tashkent.