Readers of Medusa tell how they celebrated the New Year. I wonder how they will spend now - after such stories

As you celebrate the New Year, so you will spend it. Well, our readers celebrated the New Year. We have chosen the most interesting stories of the celebration. True, judging by the stories, not everyone would like the 2021st year to go the same way as he was met.

Our readers were lost in time

Konstantin

My wife and I did not meet at all. I turned on the Utuub and scored in the search “Live Air Channel One” - on the first line a concert was marked with a note of a direct broadcast. They started dinner and communicate. At the time of Shnurov’s performance, we suspected something was amiss, since it was already 23:59 on the clock, and when we frantically began to look for the fighting of chimes, it was already breaking through 0:00 and fireworks began outside the window. A little upset, I still found a New Year's countdown of time ... At the end of the video, the credits “Happy New Year” appeared. I will no longer trust the algorithms.

Ignored Putin

Olga

Usually, five minutes before the New Year, we look at the kindest congratulation of Boris Nikolayevich Yeltsin on 1999 (the very where “the lights of the New Year tree will warm even the most icy hearts” and “Let's smile more, say good words to your beloved”), naively, okay. But this year they decided to violate the many years of tradition and made an appeal from the New Year's “last minister” (the same where the “Ray of the Sun of the Golden”). They managed just to the chimes, and instead of the anthem of Alexandrov, they turned on Glinka’s “patriotic song”. So met.

Gathered contrary to everything

Anna

I arrived on the New Year from abroad to meet him with my beloved, and in the end I spent the New Year's Eve alone in isolation, as the young man fell ill with Covid, and I did not know if I managed to get infected. So they met him in the zoom, although they were now only ten kilometers from each other, and not in two thousand at all.

It turned out that my parents had to meet separately from each other because of Covid. But we did not lose heart-my mother cut the cake into pieces, bought small bottles of champagne and in the evening of the 31st relied the treats for all houses. At 23:30 they phoned the whole family and celebrated the New Year together, no matter what.

And did not stop even at midnight

Ivan

I ran. Started at 23:50 and until 00:40 next year. It was extraordinary. I am from the small Ural city of Krasnoturinsk, and directly at the time of the battle, Karanth fled along the central street of the city, where there was not a soul. Bewitching. I thought alone with myself and my life, about thousands of families, who are now at the set tables, about how beautiful the city is without people and cars. Despite the frost minus 30, it was the best meeting of the New Year in my life.

Alexandra

I went to run in the center of Moscow. During the salute, I made my way along the bridge with good people. Someone gave a chocolate. It was beautiful and very slippery.

Were simultaneously in two places

Denis

I celebrated this New Year at the concert of Jean-Michel Zharra, who took place in the Cathedral of the Paris Mother of God. I do not have dual citizenship and a residence permit in France. I stood in my apartment on Kakhovka with virtual reality glasses on the carpet in the usual thirty meters, and there I was in the front row next to the stage inside the cathedral, watched a projection show, listened to tracks from the new JMJ album with people from around the world and even danced. A couple of times, of course, flew in joysticks into the closet, but it was worth it. All to whom I told how I spent the New Year, they told me that it sounds wild, but for me it is normal, since I work with virtual reality glasses every day. Including I was lucky to participate in the creation of this concert. Waking up this morning, I realized that I absolutely do not associate the celebration of NG with Moscow, I really spent it in Paris.

And acted extremely inventive

Alexey

Since in 2020 we were limited in many ways: in travels, in communication, in restaurants, I decided that I needed to celebrate the New Year as close as possible to freedom. For the whole family, I bought tickets for the last flight from St. Petersburg in 2020 - he ended up in Moscow in Domodedovo at 22:55. The elegant with gifts arrived at the airport, passed pre -flying control and did not fly anywhere! We warned the landing that we would not fly so as not to delay the flight, and they were well celebrated the New Year in the restaurant at the restaurant at an absolutely empty airport! The first flight in 2021 was only at four in the morning.

Or reckless

Jacob

Shortly before the holidays, charter from March to be encrypted from Covid, I decided to do something truly crazy and useless. Having shaken out part of the deposit, I went to the Internet-no-noble, and began to flip through the category of "Auto". A day later, I became the proud owner of the 31st Volga. There were no questions about what to do on New Year's Eve. Twenty minutes before midnight, I went to the parking lot of the nearest hypermarket. I met the chimes of the chimes: chewing Mandarin, listening to the broadcast on the radio, and chopping in the fierce ice piles around the fierce ice pillars. The crew of the traffic police, which watched this action in several tens of meters away in the distance, had reasonable doubts about my sobriety. Fortunately, they had enough explanations that I was not drunk, but just an idiot. A couple of tangerines secured a positive effect, and I calmly went home in a great mood.

And for some stories it was not possible to say anything but: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Alexey

We have been living in Israel for a long time, we came to visit us father -in -law. They started marking nine hours, sitting a little drank and snapped. Exactly without two minutes 12, I had an imprudence to switch the TV to Channel One, exactly to Putin’s performance. The father -in -law jumped like an scalded one and ran out into the street, saying that he would not listen to this. All members of our small but friendly family were a little discouraged. I had the imprudence to jump out for a father -in -law on the street, as in his face I lost a valuable drinking companion.

On the street in the distance I saw a remote silhouette of a father -in -law. Having made an immediate decision to detain him, I chased him with the shouts of "Uncle Sasha Stop." It is worth noting that my father -in -law is perfectly owned by sambo techniques. While I was approaching the object, the object took the threatening pose, to which I, due to inexperience and in view of my natural peace, did not pay much attention. As a result, this person who has hitherto close to me threw me over his head on the lawn, using the so -called “mill” technique. I did not come to my senses right away ... In the light of what happened, I want to turn to Putin, before what, we, Russian citizens, will feel vulnerable outside our great homeland of Russia?