We are in the theater

We are in the theater, and a fox came to my mother.

We are in the theater, and taxi drivers are discussing Yandex technical support: they work on the remote or not, and why if taxi drivers plow like blacks, technical support does not plow?

We are in the theater, and at home, in the evenings, my husband sings it impossible with a beautiful low male voice “My Rock and Roll” and “Eldorado”, and Sam listens and is surprised.

We are in the theater, and in the large reading room of the library (in that “with palm trees”), historical dances rehearse and readers choose books and even five minutes before its closure. And this is in such frosts!

We are in the theater, and signal missiles disappear in the sky and meteorites fall. The waning moon shines. And what else is happening there in this sky?

We are in the theater, and in Lyangasovo a 29-year-old guy killed his mother with a fork.

We are in the theater ...

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