More is coming.

Alcoholics at the metro station "South" has already looked askance at me ... It's time to leave. The city will not hide. Travel to one station to an empty apartment girlfriend in the package bought "Autumn Marathon" on DVD, bottles of Smirnoff ice and Redd's in the fridge.
I walked along Balaklavki, it was dark, warm, soft lights intertwined in the humid air. Picture a little jump. In an unbuttoned jacket and a bottle in his hand ... well, it's not my area do not meet my students, their parents, my classmates, teachers or head teachers of the school.

"I have such a situation. You'll laugh ... "
"I will not keep going."

I lied. I laughed. I actually laughed myself into the evening unfamiliar convulsive laughter. Or smiling. From the outside it probably was a strange and frightening smile. Similar half-witted smile after the injection. Or the widows, the dried inside. Not in the sense that, God forbid, I pretend to have these images of martyrdom, just write what goes through my head. Because I do not know. I just do not know how to define what I feel. It's not pain already ..