Ilya Milstein I was somewhere on the road, flew to St. Petersburg in upset feelings. A friend asks me, I met him, he says: "Why are you so sad?" I say: "I somehow blurted out something, apparently, inappropriately." Well, about these, which to wet in the toilet. Unpleasant. I should not, getting to such a level, so grind in the tongue, chat. He says: “You know, I was driving in a taxi now, the taxi driver says:“ Something there was some kind of man. The right things say.