What they remember, see dreams and dream of homeless people from the Yaroslavl station

Alec

“If you imagine that after this life there would be another one, then I would choose a profession related to mathematics. I loved her at school: I had two grades on it - fives and units. When I said: I do not want to go to the board today, they put a unit. When it was walking, they put the five. In general, I loved all different things. By profession, he was a gas -electric welder, a little blinded. Then he was a handyman. Previously, I still loved the spirits to do. He collected essential oils from herbs, the smell of freshly chopped hay, the smell of a wild rose, the smell of bird cherry, apple trees turned out. All sorts. For example, similar to French perfume. Or the smell of oak bark - this smell is suitable for men. And the young in the camp hit for eight years - he killed one and hit. Then he hit again. And then he just lived, worked ... "

Aleksey's dream
“I sleep-and in a dream, in short, the bright light and such a horse, you know, light brown. I walked with my back. I turn - the horse. I, once, came up, hug him. He is so lips on my cheek. I wake up and again go into the darkness. He is in my face, in short, lies on his shoulder, and I go. And all. The birthday is probably the happiest day. Because you are born in the light of God. And the funeral is also a happy day. Their own, for example, funeral "

Dream of Alexander
“What do I dream about? Work and daughter. "

Anatoly Petrovich

“I go here the last season. I will stay on Issyk-Kul, I will sell crafts. I am engaged in crafts. In silver, I can, in gold, a lot of things. I bring different trinkets here in the spring. But most of all it is upset that my son is rich and does not want to help me

But he is doing worse than mine. This is he is poor, not me. I do a little spool and I am free. My real dream is to write a book. I already gave her the name: "Fog." This book will not be about the fog that covers the steppe, but about the fog that covers the soul. I somehow started writing it, but my manuscript was stolen. I think soon to restore it, start writing again. On Isyk-Kul. There is silence, nobody, no problem. Only there you can write a book. They say that if a person rises high, it will hurt to fall. And I will not fall. Where can I fall? I can only rise. "

Alena's memory
“I did not help my mother, I didn’t help ... I swear to you, I sat in the cell and only asked God that she would not be tormented, so that she would die ... My mother does not dream, and I really want my mother to dream. My mother knows that I am afraid of the dead, therefore, probably, does not come to me. And I so want her to come to me. So that she tells me: "My Alenochka!" Crap. If you knew! I have one good memory ... In the morning my mother comes early in the morning. She had a dream that I was hungry. Imagine, she got up early in the morning and specially went to find out whether I was hungry or not. And I tell her: "Mom, I'm not hungry." I swear to you, this is my best memory, but you probably won’t understand. ”

Arkady

“I worked in a very beautiful place, and I had a wonderful position - deputy minister. My children are normal and my relatives are cool. My brother gave me an apartment in St. Petersburg, imagine a one -room apartment in St. Petersburg. But for three years I was tormented and threw everything, I gave the apartment back: there it was blowing from the bay like the wind, it became bad for me. And I could not stand it, I left. I am a Chernobyl. A few years ago, they gave money to all a million - they didn’t give me. My house burned down in 2010, they had to give an apartment, but did not give. But my life goes well. I do not grieve, do not lose heart, goes and goes. What else do you need? But I want the Earth, honestly, the land, ten hectares. I want to build a paradise there - the Garden of Paradise in the Russian land. But how many years I have been fighting - I can’t get it. ”

UNKNOWN
“I do not dream of anything: neither devils nor angels. I’ve been sleeping at the station for a year. My legs are so swollen (shows). In the chairs, like that. And then they don’t let them sleep, they constantly go, they pull constantly - “Are there tickets? Where are you going? How? Che? "

Igor

“The last time you dreamed - what is this? Such a dream was: forest and Christmas trees, sand, mushrooms - and so many of these hares! You go, and they are right to you.

A happy case was this: I once crossed the road and my car was knocked down. I just had to pay for the light, these receipts came, came many times. And then the car knocked me off - there was such a shock. There is, as it were, and as it were, as it were, everything is like in a fog. And so that I do not go to the police - I paid ten thousand. I think, e-mine, is there really a god in the world? Well, I paid for the light, and I bought me food.

I dream of being an on -board. Simple courses in the training center are either from Sheremetyevo, or some other, 30 thousand you pay for three months of study-and here you are the on-board, the stewardess there or the flight carrier! ”

Homeless Nicholas - About Happiness:
“Listen, I am always happy, at least a war, even a bureaucracy. What is happiness for me? The fact that I can rob someone. But I don’t want to rob anyone. ”

Valera

“Who forbids you to go to work for the same pennies? Well, go, notice the street - or what, is it difficult for you to take a broom? Or there are boxes there, you will earn on a pack of cigarettes, right? But most likes to live like that. I don’t even want to work. I want to relax so far. In my opinion, there is nothing in my life that I would be proud of. He used to be proud that he was in the army for himself. He finished school, finished college, served, married, spread ... Well, that’s it. I dream to die free now. Although not much depends on me - people like I am stopped, the police say: "Take it, Valera, three years more, all on the ointments, as they say." I say: “Guys, well, let's wait a bit, I will live at least a little in the wild. And if necessary, then I will do something myself! Why will I take this left? "

Homeless Andrey
“I hold on. For now. Well, at the moment I'm on the street. But I still get out of here. Anyway".

Homeless Masha
“I said about God: Carlson, take me. I now understand that he was always with me. You can’t be offended by people, I myself am to blame for my life. And if I suddenly be late, someone else can still have time for heaven. ”

Text: Svetlana Vidanova, Maria Shagina, especially for "New"