Portraits of Russia: Oleg-unemployed Muscovite-philosopher

About life

I don't work. Why? I am a native Muscovite, why will I hill for some kind of uncle? When you desperately need money, I will fix the car to someone-there is money. And I don't need much. I bought clothes, bought bread, pasta, what else does a person need in life? Freedom of course, but we have it for free, here, underfoot, and there, in the sky.

I did not graduate from school, but not because I did not want to, but because my parents died. First dad, then mother. And I was not up to study, except for them there were no relatives.

About the family

Dad was a stepfather, but then I recognized it. He died unexpectedly, he was disabled, his back was constantly sick, and because of this he drank. Or convinced everyone around that because of this. We lived in his apartment. Then I already went to school, washed the windows of the windshields at the crossroads, where the traffic lights are long. I will run up with the guys, I make a lobion with a dirty sponge, and I demand money for a rampant. Here is such a business. Then they spent money on cigarettes, booze and glue "moment". After the collapse of the Union, the mother lost her job and also swelled. There was no work, they decided to sell our apartment and live with Bati. It was a golden time! We had everything: food, and clothes, and coffee with cognacs, the money was burned - only on the way. And then Hop - and Bati's heart stopped. The vodka got drunk and died. His mother loved him very much, but he forgot to prescribe it. Bati's sister showed up and pushed us out into the street. They began to live on friends. Mother in my own, I am in my own. Then I moved to the parking lot, I lived there in the guard with Uncle Misha. The men Ruslan and Igor taught me how to repair me, I think well now. So I started getting good money. Then mom died. He died in a dream. Her heart stopped.

About travel

I don't want to go anywhere. I don't even like to ride around Moscow. Why? I do not understand tourists: back and forth, vanity, a bunch of grandmas are spent on the fact that they show and tell the tales of the uncle Rimus trash and tell them. Why score the brain with this? Many, I am sure, then go crazy, look at the pyramids, the caves there, and then they are sickening at home and the roof goes. I remember standing with men at the flowerbed, we rest, came a kid and let's tell you how he went to Turkey and got drunk there, and ate like a pig. I tell him, friend, and where, if, if honestly, is it better? On the Volga with a boat and fishing rod or at these cupcakes in Turkey? Well, he admitted that the Volga is better. Because you need to be able to rest. And how any pig can.

About politics, Internet and radio

Politics, all this headache and mutet is not for me. I don't need the Internet. If you play something in it, in backgammon, for example, or Tetris, you can still, but read something there-you will move out with your brain. You listen to the radio, look at the Internet-and reluctance to live, they instill some end of the world into the soul. There is an accident, here is P ** dez, someone cut off his legs, then a woman gave birth to a kitten, there they gave someone a wad, then the red rallies are rallying, there are some other troubles. I don't want to live. You look at the window after that - outside the window on the Birch of the raven, I walked a nest - you watch how it fusses, look, the neighbor went out in the next house to smoke in the balcony, and his wife, in bed, was waiting, the lantern was lit up, the guys are playing on the guitar, the janitor rakes the garbage, and you understand that everything is in place and everything is fine.

About captivity

The prison teaches to save. There you have almost no things, and those that are, become part of you, you know them like your five fingers. When I was released, I was amazed at how many people around have unnecessary things: shins, phones, mugs, plates, books, computers, Internet.

I sat down because of the money. It took a large amount for one business, it was not to earn labor. My friend says, they say, let's spend one respected person before the entrance in the evening, and we will have everything. I say - easily. I am healthy, and my accomplice is smaller, he took a knife with him. They waited, it was his friend, as it turned out later, I put him, and took the money. My accomplice is a sucker, a knife waved in front of him. That's how the robbery came out. When we were taken, my accomplice as before God all the garbage and laid out, how and what. I went into the unconscious. I am not me and the horse is not mine. And the trace says to me: "Well, why are you rubbing us here, here read, it’s not a pity, your friend has stated everything." I read this composition and understand that I got it. It’s good that the footman’s partner is my friend, I also repaired them with a car when I was earned in the service. I proposed this option for them: let's, men, I write to you that I am all alone, the sucker-butter has nothing to do with it, all the more, I suffered exactly who beat him and what this sucker did there. You have an open business and recognition, I just have robbery without a group. On that and decided. He received three years, served in the Novgorod region. He sat calmly and evenly, with good people. Now I don't need excess.

About love

I live with Oksana’s girl in her apartment. She works a nanny in kindergarten. We met even before landing. There was no love, just saw her in companies. But she found out that they planted me, and began to write, send the programs. I went out and realized that she was mine. I will kill for her and sit down, if necessary.

About faith

I do not believe in God, although everyone begins to believe in prison. I don't believe people either. To listen to their bikes, gossip is interesting, drink, sit. And you should not trust. If a person is aching that there was little money for him, that the salary was delayed, then he should not drink with him. He will poison the whole rest. Money is poisoned by all living things. A good person is the one who listens on time.

About happiness

Say that I'm happy? I will not say. I am satisfied. I am free, I have friends and woman, I have bread, and I sleep on a soft mattress. At night I can turn off the light and cover my face with a blanket. More, in fact, a person does not need anything.