A memory poem, a memory poem, nostalgia for the end of the 90s, smoothly flowing into the 2000s. Despite the gloom and difficulty of that period, the text is permeated with romance and childish naivety. Author - Tatyana Konik We were born: breaking dishes in communal apartments, neighbor's smoke, photo wallpaper, Snickers, soccer ball, yards, chestnuts - everything was waiting for us. and the street in the amber light is a hive city. on TV is the same Yeltsin. freedom, democracy, rights.