I would know where to fall - straws would lift it. Makova

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We have amazing people, very much. Sometimes they will do this - you can’t imagine on purpose.

Then I came to visit my grandmother to visit the garden on a black lake. And behind the Seagull, she told me one story. Both laughter and sin.

I pass the word to my grandmother.

- Summer, the nights are light, I fall asleep in the morning. Therefore, I sleep for a long time, hours up to eight to nine. And then somehow at six in the morning they knock on the door. I was frightened - what is it, it seems that you don’t go so early, the neighbors are sleeping. But she opened it all the same. And there are two guys, 25 years old. And they say to me: “Grandmother, can we break the poppy?” I can’t understand - which poppy, no one has been planted for a long time, banned. And scary - alone in the house, if it happened, no one will hear. I say: "Tear it if you saw."

They go confidently so in the middle of the site where the apple tree grows, and tear something. I still think - well, where did I get the poppy? And most importantly, why did they decide that he was under an apple tree? It is not visible from the road. And the guys ask: "There is still?" I say: "No, where ...". So they went to the garden, they no longer ask, they only say: “You, grandmother, do not worry, we will not boil anything. And do not tell anyone, otherwise they will give you a fine. ”

Only they moved away from the door, I locked myself and moved the chair. Then I look out the window - thank God, they left. In the afternoon, I pulled everything that looked like a poppy, and told my neighbors about the guys, and they say to me: “These are drug addicts. They know the laws, therefore they themselves do not grow anything, and in the fall-spring they throw the seeds “around the grandmothers”, in sites. And then they look at where what has grown and harvest. So you are more careful, check where and what grows with you. ”

It’s scary to live after all. And you say - politics, Ukraine, the government. And in our apartment, gas in the garden invisible poppy poppies.

An illustrative poppy from abandoned gardens in the Comintern. We walked there somehow. Beautiful flowers ...