I'm a futurist. A child of perestroika province dreams of a better life
Pager Even before school, where I was sent at the age of five, I dreamed of a “cartoon pager.” Cartoons were rarely shown (you learned about this after reading Grishkovets), so as not to miss the next Piggy, it was necessary to strictly organize walking time. As children's hour approached (it was counted from the gut), children prudently flocked to their yards, where the games even slowed down a little. Every now and then shouts were heard: “Mom! Mom!