Book of the Sleepless

This Facebook of yours is funny. People like this pop up like, Mama, don’t worry! At four o'clock in the morning. And let’s say I can’t sleep because my nose isn’t breathing, but for some reason, it’s night outside!!! Having nothing better to do, I scroll through other people’s profiles.

I noticed something interesting. The greater a person’s personal happiness, the more prominently the provincialism sticks out from him. If, for example, a girl grew up in the suburbs of the capital of Dagestan “Makhachkala”, and now lives in the city of “Vienna”, then in the column “hometown” she will definitely write the city “Moscow”, in which she lived for at most a couple of years, and not “Kizlyarsky”. Kutan number 25 on Zhopy Vyselki,” which is factually true.

If you have a foreign education, then damn you will find there a mention of the beginning of a glorious path - “Baburt boarding school named after Berthold Schwarz” - but “Ecol Marital of the city of Porto Alegre”, where many wild monkeys live in the forests - certainly.

Just don’t tell me about the ideal employer who tirelessly surfs the networks in search of an employee from the University of San Marino.

These are all fairy tales, and networking doesn’t work that way.

I’m not writing about pictures from the exhibition. Everything here is like in classmates - both bikinis and the Eiffel Tower. I came across a photo of a girl sitting in a Milan hotel, surrounded by bags from sales, and quietly (everyone was snoring around because) I was glad to see such a simple-minded online exposure.

As for why Zuckerberg, if you believe the movie “Social Networks,” started all this, in the sense of finding out who is sleeping with whom, then everything is somehow shy and boring. I couldn’t find anyone who would write “everything is complicated.” I ask a friend who, with all her men at the same time, “everything is extremely complicated” - what? Well, he says, when I see this in men’s status, I immediately think, “Ugh, what a radish, not a good person!”

But girls can be interesting, no?

No, he says. What if a lonely, abandoned, unkempt and unhappy oligarch is walking in the networks in search of love and loyalty - the status of “everything is complicated” may make him “everything sour”, so it’s better not to take risks just in case.

That’s why everyone carefully writes to themselves “dating” or keeps silent, bitches. At worst, they write “married”.

And if ladies write about their husbands not without pride in their husbands and the pig - the mistress - is still “our everything,” then men rarely insert their wives on FB. Often, after “married” (you never know, my husband explained to me, what if a good woman meets?) they immediately immediately scribble “women” in the “preferences” column. But I really want to tell him - honey, who cares about your preferences, go to your wife already, huh?

Although, perhaps, this line is being interpreted incorrectly, because when I was looking for my Japanese friend, every second girl wrote “men and women” there - either this is still about gender preference in communication, or Japan is very bad with traditional values.

I'm telling you, Facebook is funny.

On the one hand, it attracts with the “Mozzarella Club”, which makes the skin elastic at 40 years old (I didn’t open the link, but I’m wondering - should you compact the cheese into it for elasticity or spread it on top on Saturdays after a bath?), on the other hand, it exposes: “A. I like it.” Mikhail Prokhorov" - this is such a revelation for the whole world!

Accidentally liked the wrong place - that’s all.

For this, M. Prokhorov should offer A. his hand, a marriage contract and two rooms on Rublyovka. But he won’t offer it. Because everything is a fairy tale, and networking doesn’t work like that. But sometimes there is something so inexpressibly ideal that everything negative disappears.

That's how it is. It's called "The ballerina invites you to dance." It is located on the Kyiv-Lviv highway.

Found on FB from journalist Pavel Sheremet.

The sculptor’s name is Nazar Korol from the village of Pustomyty - in case the fairy tale comes true for him and networking still works, and a lonely oligarch wants to sculpt a Nereid caught in the net for a long and good memory.

And Nazar the King cut off her hands not because she was the great-great citizen of V. Milo.

And to stop packing yourself with mozzarella, I think. And yes, I’m getting myself a special tag “it’s all my envy.”

PS So that there is no misunderstanding. ) I am a provincial myself. But I remember and am not ashamed about my life history and my origin. Although here, in Moscow, HR people’s faces would lengthen when they saw the abbreviation “CHIGU.”

And I simply have nothing to include in my “hometown”. Perhaps the “ghost town of Grozny”.