Autumn elegy

Once again, in my moderately interesting business along the streets of my hometown. On the periphery of the brain (visually - along the inner wall of the skull) - a web of worries that can be divided into creative, financial and organizational. Plus anxiety about the health and well -being of loved ones. Plus - a distant background - the consciousness of the upcoming real age and physical death. And the soul literally sings. The question is why. Is it really because of inadequacy bordering on dementia? And then - what is the mind of the soul. But I would go to this issue a little on the other side.

Imagine a melancholic (such as a donkey IA-IA), which has fallen into a wonderful place, say-to Venice. I myself have not been to Venice myself, so for me this city is especially perfect. So, what Melancholic thinks in an ideal place, chewing the perfect pizza in view of the perfect landscape.

That these coordinates do not cancel problems (see above). That he is unlikely to get to Venice again. That, unfortunately, he was not here before. What is it - he had hope at least in Venice to have fun and unwind, but was in vain, as, however, and all hope. That happiness is so briefly - and after three days to return to Saratov. On this disgusting plane with vile chicken wings in foil coffins. Etc.

What does a normal person think? He thinks: yes, I'm in Venice . And that's it.

Anxieties swell when there is something to lose. Hardness appears with activity. The loss of life is sad when the value of life is obvious.

In Moscow, about two days out of three are an amazing dry autumn. The optimal light energetic chill, encouraging fast walking. Leaves begin to fall. Around, in short, exactly what is sorry to lose.

And if you add that since childhood I have been rooting for the Moscow Dynamo, the reader in the topic only nods with understanding.

Draising

Well, I don't know, I don't know. Probably, for you, Malakhovskoye “Let them talk” - pop, but I sometimes like it. An inaccurate word - there is nothing to like here. Let's say it clings .

For example, the ether about two young terrorists, excellent students and moralists who thought to fight tobacco and alcohol through Molotov cocktail. They fell under the bad influence of the dubious organization. In general, understandable.

Another curiosity. A sad general rule is visible.

What will we say about a person of the Slavic appearance who does not smoke, does not drink and is not shy about to love his homeland? That, most likely, this is a stubborn xenophobe, if not a member of the criminal organization.

If the teacher loves children, is it not a pedophile?

If the showman does not lead a rampant lifestyle, he is either an impotent or a pervert.

If the official does not take bribes, it means that he acts at the direction of the party authorities, and do not get either the truth or the sense of this official.

If the oligarch fascinated a million to the church, oh and there are great sins of this oligarch.

In short - simple, understandable human disadvantages become the norm of time. Classical vices to a moderate degree. The lack of these vices leads to suspicions.

Well, in a word, I can’t drink, do not smoke with my Semitic mug, and love my homeland. I can.

The driver's book book

Waiting for a trolleybus on the falcon. Two men are sluggishly, however, relatively culturally, not crossing the features of no return.

A trolleybus is suitable, I go to the salon. On the driver’s desktop, the book "Sino" lies upward.

Different, probably, passengers are found.