The color TV was in no hurry to paint our lives. Black and white “Record” lived in our family a record number of years. Under old age, he lost the reducer handle. It was replaced by pliers. His image spoiled day by day - and I set myself in the place of the TV: “I am old. I'm blind. Find me on the back so that I get banged. ” But most of all I liked when the image suddenly disappeared - and hissing goosebumps appeared on the screen. The interference resembled a bee swarm.